Author's Note:

Hi everyone, and welcome to the rewritten version of my survival horror story 'Sunlight'. This is my fifth attempt at writing this and the reason why I have decided to do this project is that with the original versions, I feel like I didn't go into the psychological horror aspect that was present in the first four Silent Hill games enough. So with this story, I will try and delve into that a bit more and hopefully make an overall improvement.

And since this is also a crossover series, here is my interpretation regarding some of the Timeline (mainly two Silent Hill endings):

Silent Hill: Origins - 1976 - Good

Silent Hill - 1983 - Good+

Visage: Lucy's Chapter - 1985

Silent Hill 2 - 1993 - Maria

Silent Hill 3 - 2000 - Good

Silent Hill 4: The Room - 2001 - 21 Sacraments

Silent Hill: Homecoming - 2007 - Smile

Silent Hill: Downpour - 2011 - Truth and Justice

Finally, this chapter may not be a very decent start, but I wanted you all to get to know the main protagonist, Morgan Ellis, before the story's events unfold. She's initially introverted, but I hope you all will like her. :)

Anyway, feel free to leave your thoughts in a review and I hope you all enjoy Chapter 1. :)

Plot Summary:

Morgan Ellis, a teenager on the autistic spectrum, finds herself struggling to cope with a dream and visions on her birthday and it doesn't help that she has to spend the occasion at high school. But what happens when she is pulled into a nightmare ... similar to the one that killed her aunt, fifteen years prior?

Morgan's Appearance: megandaisy9/art/Morgan-Ellis-OC-Silent-Hill-9-802188049

Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic, Saints Row, Silent Hill or Visage. All rights go to the original owners. The characters and events in this story are fictitious. Other references to real life places, events and individuals, living or dead, are purely coincidental.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Cherish the children who march to the beat of their own music. They play the most beautiful heartsongs...

~ Fiona Goldsworthy.

...

"And now, the news. Yesterday in Ashfield and the woods near Silent Hill, the bodies of five murder victims and a sixth severely wounded female were discovered. The woman was immediately rushed to St. Jerome's Hospital, but died a short time later of her injuries. She had been identified as a Miss Eileen Galvin of Ashfield."

"The last body discovered was found in Room 302 of the South Ashfield Heights apartments. It is believed to be that of its' occupant, Henry Townshend. The body was reportedly disfigured beyond recognition, making identification impossible."

"Once again, we've got late-breaking news... Five unnamed police officers have been found dead, for reasons unknown, in the South Ashfield Heights apartments, along with its superintendent, Mr. Frank Sunderland."

"All other residents of South Ashfield Heights have been rushed to St. Jerome's Hospital, many complaining of severe chest pain. These strange incidents are similar to the ones which occurred in Silent Hill some years ago."

"More news to follow."

...

Hello friend. Hello friend, that used to be lame. Do you want me to give you a name? That's a slippery slope though, because we have to remember that you're in my head. Sh*t, I can't believe this is actually happening. I'm talking to an imaginary person.

It was shocking to hear that my aunt, Eileen, was among the victims who passed away. I don't remember her much unfortunately, but I used to see her at nursery school and during special occasions outside those hours. She was a really lovely woman to socialise with and I enjoyed chatting with her a lot.

But she's been gone for years now. And like people say, sometimes we have to leave the past behind and find a way to move forward.

I suppose I should introduce myself to you. My name is Morgan Ellis and to other people, I'm just your average geeky nerd who was born and raised in Maine. But I'm actually not, because I'm on the autistic spectrum and I suffer from social anxiety. This affects how I function in everyday life, such as socialising and building a connection with people. Sure, some of the kids in school gave me a chance and I gladly took every one. But...they didn't work out, they never did and that's made my anxiety worse over the years.

Well, at least I had my parents, Auntie Eileen and two members of staff from high school by my side to help me cope. My younger brother and two sisters are family members too, though they would appear in spirit because ... they passed away before we got to know them.

On a different note, everyone has media productions, topics and people that they are interested in; favourite movie, television show or cute band, you get the idea. My interests were similar, but they were a lot different than the stereotypical teenage girl's interests. Since I was 7 years old, I've been a huge fan of Sonic the Hedgehog. I've played the games I was able to get my hands on, I watched some of the television shows and I bought the merchandise that I could. My bedroom's walls are covered in video game posters and I still have my childhood plush toys of the characters.

So, feel free to grab a snack and settle in. Because what you're about to hear is the story of a little adventure that occurred. Man, this is going to be hard ... but there are a lot of memories to share; some I hold close to my heart and others I want to leave behind. It all started 15 years after Eileen and the victims' deaths. I was seventeen years old and working at high school like I normally would.

But I had no idea that a nightmare was just around the corner...

...

Chrysalis

...

A single large circle, spinning endlessly...

A girl struggling to break free from her bonds...

Bright lights emerge on the circle as it continues spinning, soon identifying itself as a merry-go-round...

The girl continues her struggle to escape...

They say that it was the sense of terror that hit you. The snow swirling across an abandoned carnival at night, metal grating spread out all over the place and matching cages with grotesque figures inside were dotted here and there. The combination felt like a scene from a stereotypical horror film.

I slowly emerged from the main entrance, scanning my surroundings with caution and shivering, allowing the sounds of snow crunching underneath my boots to greet my ears as I shortly stopped in my tracks. "W-Where am I?"

Just as those words left my mouth, I suddenly felt a heavy weight in my right hand. Huh? Glancing down, I took notice of the bloodstained switchblade knife I was clutching tightly. Hm, better than nothing, I guess. I also noticed an already lit flashlight sitting in the right breast pocket of my shirt and my backpack weighed heavily due to multiple objects inside, the latter feeling like weapons, small bottles and boxes. Good to know I'm armed, in case someone tries to jump me.

Taking in my surroundings again for a little longer, I eventually found myself turning round to see a golden neon sign at the top of the entrance building which read: Lakeside Amusement Park.

Well, that's one question answered at least. And here, I thought I was in a carnival. Duuuh, stupid brain!

But this place is in Silent Hill... Why am I here, all of a sudden?!

Pushing those thoughts to one side, I decided to rack my brains and look for somebody who could help me get out of here. Glancing around, I notice multiple people dressed in bloodied pink bunny mascot costumes lying on the metal grating. Okay, try and wake them up, go. Following my mental instruction, I ran over to one on my left and shook him to awake him ... but to no avail. And the worse thing about it? He had no pulse and I had a feeling that there was no hope for me to resuscitate him or call for help. I tried waking up the next dude, got the same result. Rince, repeat, rince, repeat and I found myself running back frantically where I came from to pry the metal gates open in a panic - but they were rusted shut!

Nononono, I gotta get outta here! I gotta get back to my parents! ... Okayokayokay, stop and think Morgan. Maybe there's something here that can help you find another way out?

After turning and venturing back into the abandoned area, I scanned my surroundings once more and eventually came across a wide map stand. Ah ha, jackpot! Walking over, I took in the information that was presented. Okay so, I'm close to the Mountain Coaster which is near the Borley Haunted Mansion. And after that, there's the... Happy Carousel? Bingo!

I felt a little more at ease now that I had a plan in motion and that I knew a merry-go-round was here. The carousel was one of two sanctuaries for me as well, a place where I could feel safe from the unforgiving world and be myself essentially.

Yes, I know that's weird. But that's how I feel.

Following the map's instructions, I steeled myself together and walked over to a dirty-yellow door on a building to my right. Okay - the sooner you get to the Carousel, the better. I pulled down the handle, opened the door and ventured into a case of pitch black which was thankfully illuminated by my flashlight. And almost immediately, the sounds of strange static greeted my ears ... along with rapid footsteps coming my way. What th—

CHOMP!

I screamed in agony as a pair of razor-sharp jaws slammed into my right leg, drawing blood. Glancing down during my attempts to shake my assailant off, I saw a black and white dog with its' head split into two gnawing my leg. Nononono! Without hesitation, I delivered a hard kick which sent it back against the wall and took off sprinting (or rather, limping). What the hell was that?!

My terror grew even worse when I high-tailed it into the next area and allowed growling to greet my ears. Oh sh*t! Advancing towards me was a tall brown feminine monster?! with huge chunky arms, mini skirt, high heels and a weird-looking face which I didn't want to describe. Runrunrunrunrun! Allowing my survival instincts to kick in further, I shoved my way past just as it lunged at me with a sharp bone-like spear emerging out of its' arm and dashed through the metal gate towards a rusty staircase, soon taking notice of a sign pointing to the Mountain Coaster.

Yes! Keep running Morgan, keep running!

I limped up the staircase as fast as my legs could carry me, trying my best to ignore the monsters and focus on getting to the carousel. Eventually I managed to reach the top of the Mountain Coaster and instantly dashed for the control building next to the tracks, frantically attempting to pry the door's lock but to no avail!

"Come on!" I cried out with anger and terror, punching the door three times and heaving frightened gasps.

Okay, you're going to have to wing it and head on the tracks. Go.

Bearing that in mind, I pulled myself away from the control building and opened the metal gate to the tracks. Once I stepped onto them, I began limping my way down with the tracks occasionally twisting and turning. On the bright side, the volume from the monsters had lowered a fair bit but the pain in my leg was unfortunately worsening by the minute as blood continued to seep, staining my jean leg in a dark crimson. It's okay Morgan, you can stitch it up when you get to the carousel or find a safe place beforehand. Just wing it for now, you've dealt with worse before.

It took a while for me to limp down the roller coaster tracks and I initially thought I was safe ... that is, until I heard the distant rumble of a running car.

Oh no...

The rumbling slowly grew louder and louder, prompting me to scan my surroundings in panic. Oh god, where is it coming from?!

Louder and louder... F******ck! Okay, okay, you need to jump!

A pair of four lights suddenly emerged at this point, sending me into a tailspin of panic and preparing to jump. Doitdoitdoit, jump! Do it!

Steeling myself, I prepared for a running start and lunged forwar— JUMP!

A blow of excruciating pain suddenly plowed into my left side and the last thing I remember is screaming.

NO!

...

(January 3, 2016 - Room 303 in Lakeview Apartments, South Ashfield, Maine, New England, United States...)

A heaved gasp ripped out of my throat as I awoke with a start, expecting to feel agony from my leg and the roller coaster car ... but instead, I didn't feel anything of that kind as I was in my dark blue double-bed at home with no injury or blood. Oh thank god it was a nightmare!

My bedroom's walls were painted in a light-blue color and draped in posters from my favorite video-game franchises (notably the blue blur), accompanied by numerous pictures from my life. I also had an acoustic guitar, a small white bookshelf and a set of drawers sitting on the left side of my room, a few meters away from my radiator which was placed underneath my window on the right. Dark-blue fabric coated the floor whilst a ray of lights streaming up from my bed and accompanying my Polaroid photo collection on a rack pinned on the wall ahead of it, somehow making the entire room appear as an inviting location.

You're perfectly fine Morgan, you're okay...

Once I managed to calm down, I climbed out of bed and grabbed my blue hairbrush to quickly run it through my hair, checking to see if there were any knots present. Thankfully there weren't, which lead to me tying it back in a ponytail with bangs framing my face. I then stripped out of my grey Sonic t-shirt and colored bottoms into an outfit which consisted of a long-sleeved green butterfly shirt, darker blue jeans tightened by a black belt and a pair of black combat boots with my favourite blue and white Sonic socks underneath.

After slipping on a lapis ring on my right ring finger and a golden heart pendant around my neck, I took my iPhone and Sonic headphones from the set of drawers, placing them inside my blue rucksack which had a adorable classic Sonic key ring attached. Upon zipping it up, I grabbed it by one of the straps and exited to turn a right into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

I felt a mixture of emotions about today, mainly excitement and anxiety for a number of reasons. Firstly, by the tug of an analog stick, I went from a tiny 25-week old premature baby to an 17 year-old introverted nerd. I'm bl**dy 17 now... Mom and Dad must be experiencing the whirlwind of emotions I am, given what went down at the time. God help us when next year comes around, heh heh!

You're probably wondering why I'm feeling nervous as well. Well to put it simply, I unfortunately had to spend my birthday at high school, which is pretty much the best setting for teenage drama. Ugh... People would often think of me as anti-social because of my autism, but the truth was that I was shy. Painfully shy. I told myself many times to be more outgoing and I would try to approach a stranger and strike up a pleasant conversation. But due to the mistreatment I endured throughout my life, it wouldn't work as I was often teased for being "weird" and "uncool".

One day it will though, I'm sure of it.

After finishing the essentials, I exited the bathroom to find myself taking a quick right into the living room, allowing the sounds of a TV program to greet my ears. The location in question again had a much wider space filled with a dark brown sofa and chair which sat a mere distance away from each other. A light brown table sat in front of the couch with the large window encased by green curtains revealing an amazing view of the buildings outside.

The walls and ceiling were painted in a bright white, whilst the latter fan and floor were painted in a darkish grey, the latter was also packed with a decent (thankfully, small) amount of birthday presents wrapped in Sonic wrapping paper. Heheh! You know me so well, guys... The kitchen on the right side of the living room looked a little different as its' walls were draped in bright white tiles and the wooden floor was a lighter grey. The counters were painted in a darker shade whilst the wooden shelves and drawers shared the same colour as the former.

"Morning Morgan!" A familiar voice greeted my ears happily, influencing me to place my backpack down by the chair, venture into the kitchen and face the owner of the voice who was my mother. "Happy Birthday!"

She was a really lovely woman in her early forties who looked pleasant in her work uniform; a blue long sleeved collared shirt with darker jeans and a pair of black boots. Her hair was just like mine, but only a darker shade of brown and flowing down her back. The resemblance between us was also uncanny, so much that we had been mistaken for sisters a couple of times before! Mom was quite shy too but not as much as I was. And like I said, I was really happy to have her in my life.

"Morning Mom!" I responded, unable to stop giggling at how excited she was. "Thank you! I... I take it Dad's already left?"

"Yes," Mom answered as she finished making her lunch for her work. "He wanted me to tell you that he'll be giving you a ring at break time and when he comes back, we'll have a fun evening!"

"Okay," I chuckled. "That sounds great, thank you for telling me."

"That's alright," My mother said, smiling. "Is there anything you'd like to do then?"

"I think," I began with an excited grin. "I think firstly, I'd like to save presents for then as I don't want Dad to be left out. But other than that, I'm pretty much open for anything. Maybe an evening meal at Mel's Drive-In too?"

"Okay, I'm sure we can think of a plan," Mom revealed happily. Her smile then faded into a concerned look as she continued addressing me. "How are you feeling about today though, considering you're going to be at school?"

"I'm..." I began, finding myself trailing off for two seconds as I struggled to calm my nerves. "I'm nervous because there's the students I had to deal with every day. I know we've talked to the teachers before and that they've told them to stop harassing me, but ... they just wouldn't!"

Mom's concerned look quickly changed into a reassuring one. "I wouldn't worry too much. You've done so well and if you get targeted again, leave the students to me. You just focus on getting through today and you'll be home before you know it," My mother's smile then morphed back into concern. "Talk to someone if you start to... feel that urge again too, okay?"

Yeaah, about that. Because of the mistreatment ... I've developed a case of self-loathing which... I took out on myself... It got even worse after Auntie Eileen died and I was just 2 years old back then! Maybe if something went differently, she'd still be alive!

Well..., at least she's in a better place now.

"I'll keep that in mind, don't worry." I reassured her, forcing a brave grin on my face. "How about you, how are you feeling about your new job?"

"I'm so excited!" Mom cheered happily, prompting me to grin. "And good news, the pay roll is a lot bigger so that will help with finances, shopping and so on. I just need to finish at the hospital today, before that starts,"

I giggled. "Good to hear. Plus there's also the reporter, Jane Valderama, is it?"

"Yes. I'll tell you how she is if I get a call from her today," My mother confirmed, prompting me to giggle again and reply with: "I'm sure she's nice enough."

After I made my cheese sandwiches and put them along with a kit-kat bar, two cheese strings and a red apple into my blue and white lunchbox, I quickly poured some cereal and milk into a bowl, grabbed a spoon from the cutlery section in the counters and placed my lunchbox into my backpack. I then took my breakfast into the living room, sat down on the chair and began eating whilst glancing at the TV every couple of seconds to see what was playing.

The TV was currently on the news channel, but a commercial revealing information about the Sonic franchise was playing during a break. Seeing Sonic, Tails, Amy and their friends on television always brought a smile to my face! Just knowing that they were doing well and felt happy, was good. But just as I finished my breakfast and was about to show Mum the commercial excitedly, a surge of pain throbbing in my head caused me to freeze in my tracks ... and in a flash, I was suddenly struck by a series of visions.

Looking back on this, it was ... It was almost like a number of flashbacks someone would receive during their last moments.

I saw the dark shadow of a teenage girl who presumably wore a dress and allowed her hair to flow freely. I couldn't tell what her thoughts were ... but the way she stood and stared at me sent a very uneasy and fearful feeling surging through me, so much that I could practically feel the pain in my head increasing! Is there ... Is there something you want to say to me? Who are you and why are you here?!

I couldn't tell the emotions she had, but the pain I felt in my head was now growing powerful. That was obviously a sign that she had me in her negative books. I didn't remember doing something to provoke her as I never saw her before in my life! But the girl seemed very interested in inflicting pain on me, during to my crippling headache. What is she going to do, Whatisshegoingtodo?! I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes shut tightly in order to prevent a tormented scream ripping from my throat, fighting to keep my fear hidden.

"Morgan, are you okay? ... Hey, hey talk to me. ... Morgan!"

I opened my eyes with a gasp and discovered that the teenager had disappeared. Sitting in her place was my concerned mother who was gripping my shoulders and shaking me slightly to snap me out of my vision. "Are you okay?!"

Panting lightly, I blinked a couple of times and rubbed my temples to snap myself back to reality. "Y-Y-Yeah! I'm fine...!" I stammered, mentally kicking myself for not revealing the visions I just had straight away. I never saw anything like them before and truth be told, I didn't want to see them again! "I got a vision a-and... I saw a girl who seemed like she knew me!"

"What did she want with you?"

"Argh, I don't know, I'm sorry!" After those words left my mouth, we were left in a moment of silence and thinking the whole thing over. I felt very shaken. I never really believed in ghosts but ... maybe the vision I had was trying to tell me that they actually did exist?

If so, then paranormal activity is at it's finest. What does it mean in my situation, anyway?

Mom released her hands from my shoulders and pulled herself to her feet, gesturing for me to follow her. "Alright, don't worry. We have to get going, anyhow. If you remember something about your visions at any time, text me, okay?"

Upon hearing my mother's words, I nodded. "Y-Yeah, okay, sure."

After I quickly washed my bowl and spoon, I switched the TV off and upon checking to see if my purse, key and school stuff were inside, slung my arms through my rucksack's straps. After Mom and I got ourselves wrapped up warm, we exited our apartment. Our room was located on the third floor of the complex we lived in, so there were only three flights of stairs to descend which was a little tough occasionally if we were tired out after a long day. But once Mom and I walked into the freezing cold but pleasant snowy weather, my spirits mildly soared back up as I prepared myself for the events which were about to occur.

Okay, shortly I'll be thrown into the hell that is high school. Here's hoping that today will be great...