James. James sunderland. Thats my name. My wife's name was Mary. I still can feel her warm hands in my palm. I took her to the resort town of Silent.....I can't even remember the name of the town for Christ's sake. I want to know if this is all a hoax. So I hopped in my car and drove their. I know that despite the towns miraculious view, It is also the setting of one of the scariest folk tales I've ever heard. I still have the article folded up in my glove compartment in my car. Something about a man named harry. His duaghter had wanted to go to the town. When they came back, He was carrying a newborn baby and a local law enforcement officer was with him. He had claimed that the town itself was a living hell. That creatures would come out of the night. Half-mutilated dogs....winged demons....dead children with knifes.....crazy stuff like that. He also said that it was a miracle that they had made it out alive. They sent out a search party to this very town to find any remaining survivers. To bad that they never returned. This happened in 1999.

I used to think that the town was hell. When mary and I went there on our vacation in 97, we had no idea how beautiful it was. We went to the church there to pray regularly. I'd pray that mary would be with me for always and that she would never divorce me. That seems kinda ironic now. Dahlia Giellespe was the only person not allowed to come to church. She was the town crazy. We actually had a run in while we were visiting a Antique shop. She warned us that "...The Darkness was coming and that her daughter would return to her someday."

I wish I never came to this town. I know that mary is dead. And I know that dead people don't write notes. So why am I here? why? Its been ten minutes in this town and already I've seen a defromed creature that had a hideious face. I clubbed it like crazy with a board with nials at one end. I know that I'm going to die here. But at least I won't die without a fight. I recovered 4 corpses so far. Townspeople that didn't make it out in time. I don't dare go back to their resting places in the middle of the road. I don't know know why I came back. I don't know why I didn't drive off, But should any thing happen to me, let this note surve as a warning. For any reason that this town has brought you here. Turn back now. Turn back and keep going. I won't bother in telling you to bring the police. I'd probably be dead by then. What good would the police do then, They'll inspect my corpse and wonder what happend. Then they would get killed too when they least expect it. I feel sick..... I'm going back out there. May god have mercy on my soul.......Please.

Sicerely,

James Sunderland