Harry was a mystery writer, one of the best in his field. He'd take a real life murder, something gruesome and horrific and unsolved, and make the story his own, with a villain, a victim, and a dashing detective that would put all the pieces together at the end to save the day in time…if he could.

Of course, writing about the murders was just the end product. He'd commit them first.

Harry would have never, ever, copy a murder out of one of his books. Committing the crime after writing about it, sending it out to the world was just a red flag. Instead, he would do the deed while in the middle of writing his next best seller, wait a year or two for the investigation to calm, before approaching the family to ask permission to write their life in fiction.

(He had been told "no" only twice, and, of course, they were two of his best. But, he let it be, and never published what he'd written.)

And then him and his wife had taken a trip to Silent Hill, and found the baby. She then consumed his life, and between the new addition and his wife's illness, he found little time to plan out and commit a murder.

But soon she died, cancer, nothing nefarious, and it was only Harry and Cheryl. Slowly, while his little girl was growing to be age 6, he slid back into the swing of things.

(It was planned, calculated, and horribly bloody. It also went perfectly, and he started to write as soon as he'd finished disposing of the body where it wouldn't be found for at least 7 months.)

He had been about halfway through his story when his little girl turned seven, and asked him, so sweetly, if they could go to Silent Hill.

Harry didn't want to go, didn't want to take here there. Did she want to go there, to find her birth family, the ones who'd abandoned her to the wilds?

He'd been ready to put his foot down, when Cheryl mentioned the amusement park, and then he just felt silly. When he asked her why she wanted to go there, Cheryl replied that 'mommy' had said that's where she'd met Harry, and Cheryl wanted to go and see.

So, two months after she turned seven, and 9 months after the first body had been found, they got in their jeep and went on a trip. While Harry drove, Cheryl drew in her art book, scribbling…something she then labeled 'dad'.

A few hours in, the sun had set, Cheryl was sleeping, and Harry was trying to figure out if he would have enough time to arrange a murder. As he tried to calculate how long Cheryl would hopefully sleep, a police officer on a motorcycle pulled up next to him, nodded to him politely, and then drove away.

Maybe he wouldn't try something then.

But as he turned the corner, the motorcycle was on its side, no cop in sight, Cheryl was awake, and there was a girl in the road.

After the crash, Harry started to form an idea for a new book as he combed the streets, looking for Cheryl. A widower goes on vacation with his young child, only to end up in a hellish world. There was going to be a beautiful nurse, based off of Lisa, whom he recognized as his wife's former caregiver, an obviously delusional religious woman, a suspicious and angry cop, and a doctor who cared for nothing but himself.

And the ghost girl, the one tied so intrinsically to his little girl's fate.

The one who died and was reborn.

At the end, after running out onto the highway, just him and his new precious little girl, he decided to change the ending.

He liked it better in his head, when everyone died.

Seventeen years later, his horror and mystery career keeping the two of them well afloat, he heard a knock, someone quietly rapping their knuckles on the door frame. And he knew.

Him and Heather had just come back from their third combo kill, and he was suddenly happy to have taught her all he knew.

"Sorry sweetie, I'm not going to be…here when you get home." Harry said to a picture on the wall, before turning to the door.

He'd best not keep his guests waiting.

A/N: Hello! Here is Harry as a serial killer! :D

...sorry, you probably wanna know WHY I wrote Harry as a serial killer. Oh, right.

Well, it started when I wrote the SH4 characters as serial killers and then...yeah, this happened