Silent Hill:Angelas Dreams
By MuseiRain
Chapter 1
For sometime now angela would dream of the same town called silent hill. She would be walking around in her dream past lakes and hospitals and asylums and by a beatiful scenic motel on a lake, but she never felt safe here always wanting her dreams to end and praying to god they would end.
The dream itself to her would seem like forever of people crying but no one there and newspaper clippings and a town deserted by seems as if spirits silently but not seen gracing its streets and foundations. The dream before she would awake would always end with a woman in a funereal dress walk by looking like her mother holding her lost daughter and the mother would speak.
"Stay away Angela Silent Hill is not at peace with itself.."Then the mother in the funereal dress would walk away into silent hills usual beatiful scenery and mists.
Angela awoke to her electronic clock blaring red colors of the time 3am and sweat would be dripping off her forehead and down her body and arms. There would be many mornings after this dream she would be afraid to try and sleep again or even going on after her mother went missing for so long, she had missed her mother very much.
She sat on the end of the bed and drank a glass of water and a fiqure spoke from the antique chair as he sat with his hands folded his voice dramatic and making angela nervous as she quickly turns her head towards him.
She reached for the phone.
"Angela don't bother calling the police for I am not of your reality, Silent hill has sent me"He looked at her with his empty eyes and folded hands.
"Angela do tell me how are your dreams".
Chapter 1
For sometime now angela would dream of the same town called silent hill. She would be walking around in her dream past lakes and hospitals and asylums and by a beatiful scenic motel on a lake, but she never felt safe here always wanting her dreams to end and praying to god they would end.
The dream itself to her would seem like forever of people crying but no one there and newspaper clippings and a town deserted by seems as if spirits silently but not seen gracing its streets and foundations. The dream before she would awake would always end with a woman in a funereal dress walk by looking like her mother holding her lost daughter and the mother would speak.
"Stay away Angela Silent Hill is not at peace with itself.."Then the mother in the funereal dress would walk away into silent hills usual beatiful scenery and mists.
Angela awoke to her electronic clock blaring red colors of the time 3am and sweat would be dripping off her forehead and down her body and arms. There would be many mornings after this dream she would be afraid to try and sleep again or even going on after her mother went missing for so long, she had missed her mother very much.
She sat on the end of the bed and drank a glass of water and a fiqure spoke from the antique chair as he sat with his hands folded his voice dramatic and making angela nervous as she quickly turns her head towards him.
She reached for the phone.
"Angela don't bother calling the police for I am not of your reality, Silent hill has sent me"He looked at her with his empty eyes and folded hands.
"Angela do tell me how are your dreams".