That night Heather had a very difficult time sleeping. Ever since Heather and Carry were
little they could sometimes see what each other was seeing at the time. The doctor always
thought of it as fascinating, but there parents didn't let them release the information to the
public.
Heather kept on getting small images, she would see someone standing in the fog. Or perhaps
a completely obliterated road, it looked like it had fallen right into the center of the Earth. They
were only like small pictures in her mind.
Heather would fall asleep and within the hour would be awoken by these odd and disturbing
images.
"Its okay Heather, it's just a dream," Heather told herself.
Heather began to doze off again, but was awoken by a disturbing image. There was a man,
and he was being hung by barbed wire. His face was twisted in pain, His eyes bloodshot.
Heather sat up in her bed mustering a scream. She flew out of bed and turned on her computer.
As soon as it was up she double clicked on Internet Explorer. Within' a few seconds the homepage
was up, In the address bar she typed
Again in a second the Google page was up. With heavy fingers she typed Silent Hill. A large
list of different things appeared. There was only one that was what Heather was looking for, a
map on how to get there. She opened it up and noticed it wasn't far from there house, she could
walk there and be there within' an hour.
She hit the print button and her printer came to life printing off the map. As soon as it was done
Heather grabbed it and scanned it, as soon as the sun was up Heather would leave.
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Heather was awoken by the sun beaming into her room, she slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. Like
a bomb Heather remembered Carry, she quietly walked out of her room as to not awake her parents
and slipped into Carry's room. She wasn't there.
As Heather left the room she pulled out the map, she quietly slid back into her room and grabbed
a highlighter.
"Lets see here," Heather traced the map with the lid of the highlighter. She soon came up with a
quick and safe route.
She slowly traced over it with the highlighter, once she approached the large letters that read
Silent Hill she circled it.
"Okay now what should I wear, I'll need to be able to run."
Heather decided on a levi skirt that ended just above her knees, some worn out tenni-shoes, and
a yellow long sleeved shirt. Once she was dressed she slowly walked out of her room but almost
screamed as she bumped into her dad in the hall.
"Heather, what are you doing up so early?" He asked.
"Oh I just thought I'd take a small walk around the block. Besides I need to be practicing for the
track meet coming up soon," Heather smiled as she jogged down the hall and to the front door. She
could only hope that her dad didn't remember that Heather decided not to sign up for the meet.
"Put on a jacket though sweety!" He shouted from the hall.
"Will do dad!" There was a coat hanger right next to the front door, so Heather grabbed her light
ski jacket and lightly closed the door.
It was chilly out, and dew was painted upon the grass, the air felt heavy each breath that Heather
took. She was glad that her dad had asked her to wear a jacket. She jogged down the walk and
looked at the lowly detailed map. She found the street she lived on and her route that she highlighted
told her to go left down two streets, so she did that.
Once Heather had went down two streets she took another left and stopped at a light, she
pushed the button to stop the traffic so that she could cross. She was glad that she was in shape. It
made PE at school much easier.
She crossed the street and followed it left, she made it half way down the road before she began
to feel the fatigue so she slowed to a walk. Heather peered at the map again, she had to follow this
road until she hit a highway. The route looked and seemed so much smaller up in Heather's room.
She would be lucky to get there by nightfall.
After what seemed like hours Heather arrived at the highway, the way she traced took her up there
and she would follow it for many miles. She looked up at it feeling intimidated, she never imagined
herself walking on a busy highway.
Heather stayed to the far right, as she walked up the incline to the main highway. A few cars passed
her giving her funny looks on the way. Heather ignored them. Finally she was up on the highway, there
was a small cement walkway, but Heather figured it wasn't necessarily made for walking on, but the
cars stayed pretty far from it.
After walking for a short time she began to feel that she could jog it again, she did jog for probably
about a mile before she slowed down again. The sun was beaming straight down on her, causing
sweat beads to run down her face. Her stomach also felt like it was twisted in several knots, she
needed some food.
She pulled out the map to see where the nearest restaurant was, it appeared that there was one just
off the highway. But Heather had no idea how much further that would be.
A few more grueling hours later there was an exit from the highway. Heather knew from staring
at the map for quite some time that, that was the right one. As Heather walked onto it she noticed it
was very narrow. She didn't know how a car could fit through it.
She just hoped that no car would come up or down, but that was too much to ask. As Heather
rounded a sharp corner there was a yellow bug rounding the same corner. There was no way
Heather could even slide her hand through the distance between the car and the railing let alone
walk through it.
"What the hell lady?" A man with a high voice shouted.
Without answering Heather leaped up onto the hood and made a large jump over to the trunk,
the metal flexed and flung Heather down to the ground. The man in the bug flipped her off as he
drove up the exit.
It was then that Heather realized that he was driving up the exit. Heather couldn't help but laugh.
As Heather walked off the exit she seen the cafe lights. Seeing a sign of food gave Heather an
extra boost of energy. She ran to the cafe and flew into the door. It was a very small cafe, there were
only a few people eating there.
She jogged up to the desk, a lady was standing there as she slammed her fist against the cash
register.
"Excuse me," Heather said politely.
The lady jumped. "Oh I am sorry dear I didn't see you. My name is Gertrude and what may I get
you today?"
"May I get.." Heather scanned the menu up above her. "A medium bowl of Chile?"
Gertrude jotted something down on a pad. "Would you like something to drink with that? Oh and
also if you pay an extra two dollars you can get a baked potato or fries with that."
"Okay I'll have the baked potato and I would like water to drink please," Heather said.
"Okay, okay, that comes to a total of seven seventy-five," The numbers appeared in green lettering on a LCD screen.
Heather dug in her pockets and pulled out a twenty, she handed it to Gertrude as she took at and
gave Heather the change.
"May I get a name please?"
"Silent Hill.. Err! I mean Heather, Heather my name is Heather," Heather smiled as she mentally
kicked herself. The only thing that has been on her mind id Silent Hill. Heather didn't know what
to expect of it though, it did have an odd name. She was picturing it to be a small town, with a
good amount of cars and residents.
Gertrude gave her a funny look as Heather sat down at a table nearest to her. She sat there for
several minutes before Gertrude was back with her Chile and potato with a drink of water.
"There ya go dear," She said.
Heather took note of the few people there and dug into her food like a pig. She drank the water
and had a few large gulps of water, and wolfed down some Chile. She didn't bother wiping her face
but the food was so good.
All too soon her food was gone, and Heather left the cafe ready for a long walk ahead of her. She
looked at her map, it appeared she was nearly there. About another mile or so. She walked along the
wide four laned road.
Heather walked on and on, and soon feel into her into her own world, her feet continued to
move but her head was somewhere else. She was imagining her sister, Carry, all alone in a large
police station. Carry was scared and she ran down the many halls, everything began to blur, and
Heather popped back into reality.
"Wha.. Where am I?" Heather looked around herself. There was a heavy fog, and a small amount
of snow was drizzling down.
"What the.. snow? In the middle of July?" Heather touched a cold speck of snow that had landed
on her soft face. Her blue eyes were clouded with worry.
In confusion Heather disturbed and alone slowly continued walking, it was hard to see very much
in front of her. As she walked a large sign began to take shape in the fog, she jogged up to it and could
very clearly read the words: Welcome To Silent Hill.