Rip opened her eyes to the horror that was about to unfold in front of her. She had to explore this dank, rancid hospital on her own. The horrors that happened in this hospital were screaming through the walls, crying out to her, begging her for help. There was a rustling in the corner by the nurse's station, next to the day room. Rip immediately pulled out her flashlight and 357. Magnum. What she saw couldn't have been human though it was in a humanoid form. The neck was broken and bobbed side to side, the legs looked mangled and bent like a dolls. The arms flailed uselessly with a small steel pipe death-gripped in one hand. She had no face. It seemed that someone had ripped off the nurse's face and replaced it with old, decaying skin. Rip cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger, the nurse's faces exploded bullet fragments bone and blood, and she collapsed to the floor twitching horribly. Another blow to the head and she was dead. Rip inhaled deeply and began her way to the second floor. The room that she had stayed in with Hans was Room 216. She couldn't grab the railing to the stairwell; it was full of rust, nails, and grime.
Room 216 was just off one of the delivery rooms to the hospital. When she arrived she found the door boarded over and locked. Someone is hiding something horrid. She thought. She had to so something. The only other way into the room was from the outside. She wouldn't take the chance of falling while trying to get in through a probably locked window. She would disarm the door herself. Breaking into the nurse's station she found a set of keys, and stood at the boarded door trying each one till she found the right one. When she did she pushed the door open, and through the boards she could see that Hans was not in the room. Rip knew if she wanted those boards down, she had to pry the nails out of them. She also knew that there was a toolshed on the roof of the building.
"Hans please, please, let me know you're here." She spoke. Nothing replied. With heavy feet she went to the roof, there she found the oddest thing, it was a diary.
Jan 19Stetson came back again today. He's really trying to cheer me up. I never thought I'd find someone to stay with me through this illness—but he has. I never thought that an ad in the paper would lead to me finding the love of my life. He's everything to me; I don't know what I'd do with out him.
Feb 3
Doctor Carr sent me home today, there's no more that medicine can do. Stetson called him a fool. It's finally setting in that I'm dying. I don't understand how he can be happy with a wife that's this ill, but he's always got a smile on his face, and he always tells me how much he loves me. His eyes are so kind. I'm ashamed to be his wife. He deserves so much better.
March 8
Today was a better day the M.G. recessed a bit and I felt well enough that Stetson and I took a walk to Rosewater Park. We watched the sun set together. And I'm afraid that it might've been the last time too. I don't know how much longer my body will put up with this illness. Stetson helps me so much I don't know what I would do without him; I love him more than anything. It's raining.
June 1
It's almost over, I don't have long to live and Stetson's realized it, he tries to put up a front, but last night, after I went to sleep, I woke up and heard him crying out on the balcony. He must really love me if he's stayed this long. God, I wish I could give him the world on a silver platter. The love and gratitude that I feel for him is exploding out of my heart and there is no way that any amount of words can express that. God, Stetson, I love you more than life itself. I wish that there was something I could do to make my existence with you more meaningful, but it's far too late. Stetson, I love you. I don't think I'll write in my diary anymore, I haven't done it as frequently as I should've. I'll end this here.
June 1 2006 –Riana Donahue.
Rip was appalled at what she had just read. Was the Stetson in the diary, the same Stetson she knew? Then again, it would explain so much if it were. She shoved the diary in her pocket, and turned toward the tool shed. As her hand touched the cold knob she heard something along the chain link fence-it was the sound of metal dragging. She didn't understand where it could've come from. Rip peered around the corned to see what it was. DEAR GOD! It was the monster that she had seen in the apartment! Oh Mary mother of God! Rip gripped her rosary and backed away from the humanoid creature. Quicker than she could move, the creature swung the large knife and the next thing Rip knew she was falling…
"Hans, you're going to be late for work!" Rip screamed up the stairwell. A few minutes later she heard his stocking feet padding down the stairs; he was fumbling with his tie.
"I have a meeting today at 3 so I probably won't be home till about 6, so don't wait up."
"Han's that's the third time this week, that you're staying late at the office, what's going on?"
"Nothing love, I just have a lot of work to do, I've taken on a lot." He replied shoving some bread in the toaster.
"Is it because you don't want to spend time with me?" Rip asked.
"No, where would you get that idea?" he asked lacing his shoes.
"Hans, it just seems that since…. Since we left Silent Hill, you've been working a lot more, and you don't want to spend time with me."
"Honey," he started grabbing her shoulders. "I love you, and I'm not avoiding you."
"Then why won't you talk to me?" she said loudly.
"I'm talking to you now aren't I?" he asked.
"Hans, I'm serious, this is threatening our marriage! Last night was the first time we made love in months, and we barely speak, let alone spend time with each other!" she nearly screamed.
"I just can't deal with it!"
"Deal with what Hans! Your infertile wife! What is it Hans! Open your mouth and talk to me for once!" she screamed.
"I can't deal with the loss of the baby, Rip! I can't deal with the fact that we lost a year of our lives in a place like Silent Hill! I can't deal with the fact that I placed my trust in someone that hurt us, Rip, It's killing me!" he yelled back. They stood staring at each other in silence for a moment.
"Hans, I love you." Rip said.
"I love you too babe." Hans replied before giving his wife a warm hug. "Now I have to get to work. I'll see you tonight." With those words he was out the door. A few seconds later, the toast popped out of the toaster, smoking and black.
Rip waited for Hans that night, when six turned into seven, and then into eight, and when it was going on to nine-o clock, there was a knock at the door. It was the Saline police department. Immediately Rip lost the ability to stand. She didn't want to hear what had happened. She knew the police only came to your door for one reason. She knew that when she opened that door that Hans was dead. He had been in six-car pile-up and they were unable to get to him. She was told to go down to the hospital to identify the body.
Rip didn't know how long she had been out for but her head ached, and she was badly injured. When she got up she took a look around where she had fallen. It was the solitary confinement in the psychiatric wing of the hospital. When she stood up, she realized that she had sprained her ankle, however she persevered and made her way back to the maternity wing of the hospital. The hospital smelled of rubbing alcohol and blood. Everything had changed. It wasn't the same, blood ran down the walls of the hospital, everything was covered in some form of dirt, grime or rust, and this time, room 216 was open. Rip walked in.
Clink
She looked up to see something human in appearance crawling along the ceiling, it was hanging a corpse, and Rip turned and vomited. The corpse was dressed in an altered, revealing nurse costume and looked like the obstetrics nurse that had helped out Rip in the delivery room. Her head was cocked and she was smiling. She backed up and tried to leave the room. The door was closed and locked. She panicked. Rip had no idea how to handle the situation; the creature crawled the walls and ceiling while the nurse hung from the noose. Rip spun around and looked for another way out.
"Vell vell vhat do ve have here?" Rip did not believe what she had just heard. It couldn't be.
No it couldn't be.
Yes, it was her worse nightmare.