Author´s note: Well, this is my first story written in first person. I hope it´s not bad. Enjoy!

I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTER! Except for Eve of course.

CHAPTER 1

My name is Eve Stewart, I´m 23 years old and I live in the town of Ashfield. I have a simple life, home duties, job, I also go every day to Silent Hill and visit my mother´s grave to flee from the stress. I go talk to her and leave some flowers. I also like to leave flowers to some other graves near hers, like my mother used to do when my grandmother died. Then I travel back home. I have a great fascination about ghosts and paranormal things which makes me very superstitious.

I´ve been very interested about the events of the Sullivan case which happened 10 years ago. After I heard about his death and mysterious reappearance, I wanted to investigate. The cops said it could be a copycat or maybe the man who died wasn´t the real Walter Sullivan, but I´m still unsure about that. I started my research since then.

One day, while writing a report, a weird vision appeared right before my eyes. A shadow of a man was standing in front of me. It suddenly vanished. Also weird dreams started to appear every night. It was always the same dream; A dark and empty hall, doors everywhere. There was a man walking through that corridor. Once he passed, the walls turned red, full of cracks. A screeching noise could be heard at the end of the hall. Then, everything turned black. A white light was seen, shining over a door with the number 302 on it. The door suddenly opened. Baby cries could be heard from the inside which suddenly turned into terrifying screams from people being brutally tortured. The clean room turned into a nightmarish place. The door slammed in front of me just before I could go inside. Then I´d wake up.

I decided to write about this dream. What could it mean? People say dreams have meanings. But this one I´ve been having, it´s so wicked.

My head hurts, I need a shower…

Behind the tub curtain, I saw the same shadow of that man. I moved the curtain slowly, no one was there. The tub was completely filled with warm water. Warm mist moving in front of me as I rested my head on the wall, relaxing silence, perfect place for me to think.

I heard someone knocking outside my room.

"Who´s there?" I asked, but no one answered. What was I thinking? Perhaps it was just the sound of the wind hitting my window or the neighbor´s cat.

I prepared myself to go and visit my mother in Silent Hill. Wallet, traveling bag, subway tickets, everything was ready.

Back from the graveyard, it was already afternoon when I arrived to the subway station back to Ashfield. No one was there, except a little boy who was entering into the subway. I entered and sat on a seat in front of him. He looked at me and smiled.

"Hi." He said friendly.

"Hi."

The doors closed and the subway started moving. It was weird no one else was inside the subway. I usually see at least small bunches of people in here. I looked around, no people at all. I felt worried about the kid. Working part time as a babysitter to earn money made me soft towards kids.

"Uh, kid. Where is your mother?"

"Oh she´s waiting for me in Ashfield, in her room." He said enthusiastically.

"Really? Mind if I ask, what were you doing alone in Silent Hill?"

"I live in a place called Wish House."

His answer confused me. Wish House is an Orphanage. If he had a mother, why was he there? I didn´t asked anything else. I didn´t want to scare him or something. He stared back at me and smiled sitting right next to me.

"What´s inside your bag?"

"Hm? Oh, some flowers I had for my mother."

"Where is she?"

"Uh well." What was I able to say? The answer could be strong for him. Oh I know. "She is in a special place called Heaven."

"Heaven?"

"Yes. Is a place where good people finally rest and live happy forever."

He paused a moment and stared at the floor. "Will I go to Heaven?" He looked back at me.

"Maybe yes. Someday." I smiled at him and placed my hand on his head. "You look like a good boy."

He blushed and giggled covering his face with his hands. The boy was adorable. Still, I don´t get why is he in Wish House.

"You come to Ashfield often?" I asked.

"Every week."

"Oh nice."

We spent the rest of the trip talking. He usually gave me short answers, swinging his legs and smiling shyly. He talked to me about his friends in Wish House, the games they played and the things he learned. Very unusual things I must say. He told me he traveled to Ashfield to see his mother who was 'asleep' inside her room. I don´t know what he meant with that.

The subway finally stopped.

"Well, I gotta go. My mom is waiting!" He exclaimed jumping away from his seat. "Uhm, will I see you again?"

."I hope." I nodded. "Here, let me give you something." I took off a necklace I was wearing which had a small emblem on it. A relic from my childhood, as my mother used to say. "It´s very special to me. Take it and you will remember me until we meet again."

He smiled. "You are a very nice woman. Thank you!"

"Tell me kid, what is your name? I never asked you."

"It´s Walter, Walter Sullivan."

My heart skipped a beat. His name is the same as the serial killer from the Sullivan case. Mere coincidence perhaps.

"Gotta go now. Thank you very much for the necklace! I will always remember you Miss Eve!" He waved his hand and left the subway station.

I stood there watching him as he ran upstairs to the streets. I really liked to talk with children, but this kid was very special.

I went back to my home. The same shadow of that man was standing in front of me when I entered my kitchen. As always, it vanished. I sat on my couch, it was late and dark already and I was tired. Traveling for half a day is exhausting. I lay on the couch thinking again about the kid I met in the subway this afternoon. I closed my eyes and started to meditate about my weird 'visions', maybe all my work was driving me dizzy. I fell asleep.

A soft childish giggling was suddenly heard inside my head, it slowly turned into a young man´s chuckles. The dream started again, the same as always. But this time, it was only the bloody walls surrounding a white door with the same numbers on it. In front of it, it was the little kid I saw in the subway station. The place was gloomy, the air was thick, heavy. The dream felt more like reality. The kid was knocking the door, screaming, calling for his mother. The door opened and the boy vanished. It was dark inside. The voice of the kid was still sounding like an echo. The voice started to sound like if it was a young man´s whispering calling for his mother to wake up. Again, the door slammed upon my face and I woke up in a jump.

A cold breeze ran over my face, but the windows were not open nor the air conditioner was on. I can´t believe it is morning already, I spent the whole night on my couch. It was Friday, I didn´t have much things to do so I decided to take a warm bath for my aching head and neck.

I filled the tub with water. I locked myself in my bathroom, even though there was nobody in my house but me. I really liked privacy. I lay inside the tub, resting my head outside the water. The room was filled with warm steam, everything was silent, just the sound of water was able to be heard.

Nothing could bother me.

I spent some time there, this week was a bit heavy, exhausting and a little wicked. I remembered about my last dream. That kid I saw yesterday, standing in front of that door. He said something in the train about his mother living in South Ashfield Heights, in 'her room'. Could it be? I needed to investigate. But now, I shall rest.

END CHAPTER 1 To be continued...