Disclaimer: Silent Hill is a copyright of Konami. All the characters appearing in this story are fictional, created by myself. I do not plan to make any profit from this.
Themes and ratings: Horror, Drama
Chapter One: Introducing the invitations
Endless fog drowns out the light. As Evan Williams, an 18 year old boy on the run from life, slams shut his pick-up truck door closed. Angrily, he pops open the hood of the car, smoke and steam escape from the engine. "Oh shit." Evan sighs as the realisation quickly sets in that he might be stuck there, for God knows how long. The fog didn't seem to make his journey quicker, as he ventures down the deserted, fog-engulfed highway.
Upon fumbling in his coat pocket; pulling out a flash light which light falls on a high wooden sign post, supported by two large poles. He squints his eyes to just read what it reads. 'Welcome to Silent Hill'.
"Hmm. Sounds like a competent place." Speculates the young Williams as he continues into the realms of the unknown...
Meanwhile, on the far other side of town, a small white van is chugging along the white foggy highway into town.
"Where is this place anyway?" A teenage girl speaks out over the loud rock music playing on the radio. In the van sits another two people, all teenagers. A beautiful Girl drives, short strawberry-blonde hair with black highlighting. Replies to the dark haired girl in the back, "I told you...Going through this town takes us on a short cut." She struggles to see the road.
"What is up with this fog?" A 17 year old boy sits in the passenger seat, wiping his sandy hair back.
"It seems pretty creepy." The driving girl replies over the blaring music.
"You think everything is creepy Kathy." The dark haired girl stresses from the back, rocking her head back and forth.
"Shut the fuck up Tara, its hard enough driving through this shit without having you whining on." The girl named as 'Kathy' tells her friend exactly what she thinks. Taking a strong leadership very easily. Tara appears to be retiring her teasing nature as she just slumps back in the leather seats, folding her arms.
"Shhh. Listen." The boy exclaims to the girls. An almost air raid siren sound echoes from the town before them. All three of the vans passengers look ahead confused.
"What the fuck is that?" Kathy whispers to herself. The music is turned down by itself and is quickly replaced by an impregnable barrage of white noise. "Ahhhh! Turn it off. Turn it Offf!" Kathy screams out as the crispy sounds invade her mind.
All three cover their ears in desperation, screaming.
"Ahhh! Turn it off Marty!" Tara also, violently struggles to keep the noise off of her. Marty fumbles with the knobs of the radio. Switching the 'Off' switch again and again.
"Fucking turn it off!" Kathy screams once more as she loses control of her vehicle. The white van, blending into the scenery swerves across the road in a maniac style attempt to hold sanity.
"It is off!" Marty yells over the unbearable, ear-piercing sound. Kathy s control has now entirely slipped as she slides the vehicle straight into a phone box.
On the other side. The sirens has attracted the attention of Evan Williams, who is now looking in every direction, searching for a source of the sound. But with no avail. Flashing the torch across the desolate scenery...He is now in central Silent Hill!
"Ugh. Is everyone okay?" Marty calls out through the wreck of the crashed van. The all emerge, unhurt, brushing dust and dirt off of their clothes.
"Yeah." Kathy struggles to see her friends even in front of her.
"Oh! Nice fucking job, Kathy you wrecked it!" Tara pushes Kathy back a step with her angry right hand on her shoulder.
"Hey! It wasn't my fault, that bastard radio screwed us all up." They all begin to calm down and relax, as they have grasped the odd situation.
"Well. At least we have a phone." Tara gestures to the slightly broken phone box, walks over to it while giving Kathy a dirty look.
Tara pulls the phone off of its receiver, puts it to her ear while the rest of the group gather with her. "It works. Who shall i call?"
The three think for a minute before Kathy replies...
"Ooh, hey call my Dad, he knows his way out here. He could come get us." Tara hesitates, before finally agreeing and inserting a few quarters in the slot.
Evan is now weary of the unnerving siren all around him. He witnesses a small wagon, 'looks like a gypsy wagon'. He said to himself as he lightly runs up to the immobile vehicle up a head.
He knocks violently on the door. "Hey! Hey! I s anyone in here!" He continues banging for quite a while until the surrounding siren appeared to sound closer, then the door gave way, he falls through uncontrollably onto the floor in the wagon. A cloak covered old lady stands there, he looks up, in almost confusion at the strange character before him. She grabs his shoulders and pulls him inside; closing the door behind them.
"Who are you?" Evan quietly asks the feeble old woman. She does not respond and simply ignores him. He shrugs her ignorance and decides till that noise is finished to go back out.
"Do you know the fear that stalks you, Evan Williams." The old woman croaked to The boy.
"What! How the hell you know my name?" The old woman asks again.
"Do you know of the fear that stalks you?" Now Evan is looking really worried. What has he gone and got himself into now.