Jobe had been in silent hill awhile. In the real world it was actually two days time so far. Hes seen the school. The hospital and somethings he would agree with as the letters stated. Inhuman. The mist was ever constant. It felt like light snow. Yet there was no feeling of warmth or cold tempatures but jobes fear had set in. He couldnt disconnect from silent hill. Something wanted him here. Wanted him to stay.
He had never felt fear in the virtual worlds before. It was like a new feeling. A new fresh breath of life in the usual virtual worlds. The fear was almost addictive. Alluring and relentless. Immortal. Never leaving jobe. He had held the letters like a guide. The letters were starting to affect him. He was no longer reading them. They were becoming like voices in his mind. He walked and walked for what seemed forever through the town. Through the mist. Constantly hearing crackles in a radio even though he had no radio. He had heard voices. Sounds of people talking.
Jobe had now sitting in a bar with no signs of human life. He sipped a drink and lit a cigar and puffed a fake but realistic smoke ring to the ceiling and just as he was starting to relax in what seemed like a perfect horror novel. A man in a bunny suit with no visable suit sat at the bar at the other end. The smile of the bunny suit was mocking. Almost unhuman. Blood had smeared parts of the suit. It seemed to not speak but instead jobe knew only he could hear its thoughts clearly with no spoken sound. Almost as if jobe was telepathic but he would near call it insanity instead. He was hearing voices.
Welcome home jobe. We thought you werent gonna show up.
"What do you mean we" Jobe spoke in fear. A fear had paralysed him and he almost couldnt continue the conversation instead sipped his drink.
The town of course. Our children always return home. Home sweet home jobe. I cant say we understand why you left us but we are glad your home. Im sure we will part ways never again.
The man in the bunny suit handed him a picture of a small boy in black and white Holding a females hand that he couldnt make out. Her face was disorted. On purpose almost it seemed.
"You have mistakened me with someone else friend." Jobe replyed not wanted to see the picture again. He couldnt unsee its haunting image. Its familiarity he couldnt put his finger on the origin.
We are not mistaken jobe. Not at all. Welcome home. We will accept you with arms open again. We have been waiting for you. Although I cant seem to fanthom why you sent yourself letters and carry them with you.
"What.." Jobe said in confusion.
You never really left jobe. No one can leave silent hill.