Silent Hill: New World, Old Hell
Wren Trace
I love the supernatural, I love ghosts and ghouls! I have a huge crave for scary movies and haunting campfire stories. My parents don't understand why I have such a fascination with the paranormal but parents never understand they're grown-ups.
I was adopted by my parents Julie and Lindsay shortly after my birth. Yes, my adoptive parents are lesbians. I never met my real mom or dad, but I don't think I should; I'm happy with my new parents. They didn't want to put me in public school, for reasons unknown, so they homeschooled me. Lucky for me Julie is a public school teacher so she could legitimately teach me. But now that I'm fourteen years old, they're gonna have to hire a high school teacher to home school me. Man, I wish I could meet some real kids in public instead of staying inside most of the afternoon.
I went to Silent Hill to investigate the stories of strange paranormal activity. Also, some claim to fame is involved. I managed to make some friends over a social network, and one of them told me about this story about Silent Hill that her teacher talked to the class about. I was so psyched about it that I did some research on it. Silent Hill is located in Pennsylvania and the past records about a drug war with a satanic cult and a huge fire, from the bowels of a coal mine, which engulfed the entire town, got me even more interested. Then I discovered an article, dated about two years ago, about a man named Travis Grady who went missing near Silent Hill and showed up a few days later. Reporters swarmed him but he made no comment about what happened to him, I knew he was really hiding something; I was hooked! I told my parents why we should go to Pennsylvania for our next vacation and they, obviously, said no, especially when I told them about the stories; should've kept that part out. Then they grounded me and took away the internet cable to my computer! How unfair is that? But, lucky for me, they go out every Friday night, and being sly as a fox makes me the ultimate sleuth.
I snuck into their room, took back the internet cable and started to look up the Greyhound bus schedules for the next week. I also checked to see where I could find some decent paranormal tracking gear. I had saved about $1,000 from chores and allowance but I still had to pinch my pennies. I typed up and printed the schedule and placed an order for the ghost gear at the place that sold it, and slipped the internet cable back in their room with five minutes to spare. I am so good.
The next Friday, Julie and Lindsay told me they were going to a friend's house and would be staying overnight. They left around 7 o'clock, and that gave me the perfect opportunity to go for a walk and pick up the gear I ordered. I decided that I was going to leave that night, so I packed my gear and my travel bag, and left for the Greyhound station.
From London, Ontario (that's where I was), to Silent Hill, Pennsylvania (which is where I went), is about a seven or eight hour drive by car. But it took longer because they Greyhound buses don't go that close to Silent Hill, so I had to hike the rest of the way. These platform boots are not made for walking, or hiking, in two feet of snow, especially when I'm wearing a skirt. I must've not taken weather into consideration when I planned this trip.
I finally got to the edge of town, with help from my GPS, and it didn't really look that interesting, but then things turned around from boring to awesome. I walked into the town by about ten feet and the road behind me crumbles away, forming this big chasm. And then it started snowing, but it wasn't cold, and a heavy, warm fog rolled in, melting any snow.
I know my parents are freaking out right now, and an Amber alert was most likely put out, but it'll all be worth it when I bring back my proof of ghostly activity in Silent Hill. Fame and fortune, here I come!