My body felt light. It was like I was floating. I fell hard on street. Got up and dusted off. Why were my clothes different. Somewhere in the distance....I heard a baby scream...

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" I sprung from my bed in a cold sweat.

I twisted towards the window. Daylight. Thank god there was light outside.

I pulled on my clothes as fast as I could. I walked out the door and locked it.

"Time to do some shopping." I said unenthusiastically to myself.

I hopped in my car and drove down the street. That was the first Nightmare I had had for a while. I never used to get nightmares. Even as a little kid, I slept as if I was rip van winkle making a comeback. I was about to turn the car around and head back when I noticed a shop that wielded a sign that read: NEW ITEM JUST IN.

I walked quietly into the shop. I didn't see anyone so I ringed the bell.

"Hold your horses!" loomed a voice in the back of the shop.

Out entered a man who was old but still kicking. He had a white beard and tiny round-rimmed glasses.

"What can I do for you?" He asked while blinking.

"Um. Your sign said you had something new." I said pointing towards the display window.

The old man looked at me weirdly as if I cracked a joke then made his way to the back. He talked as he entered the backroom. "New isn't the word I'd use. I've had that sign up for a while. I should have specified what Item I had. Others had come in and questioned about it but when they saw it, they just walked away. Didn't give much interest into the little gimmick." I heard boxes shuffling.

I looked around the shop. Must've been a valuable antique shop of some sort. The display windows were flowered with ventriloquist dummies. The strings were way too thick. The display cases had an assortment of jewelry , army figures strategically placed, little guns to huge rifles.

[Screeeeeech!]

"What the hell was that?" I said while holding my ears. It sounded like a horrible single toned ring. A white noise that should have been left well alone. The old man appeared with a piece of something in his hand. "That's strange." he commented while examining it. He had it wrapped up in a cloth that was probably older than mud. The little box like piece of metal was emitting the sound. The old man found a button and clicked it. The sound stopped. I uncovered my ears and took it from the man's hand.

"That's the first time that thing even made a squeak. It hasn't made a sound for over a year until just now." He commented scratching his head.

I admired the way it gleamed. Have I seen this before? Yes. This was some kinda new paranormal frequency transmitter of some sort. I've heard of them but never knew they existed. How would an old shop wield such a technological instrument ahead of its time?

"Mister? Where did you find this? Do You remember?" I asked while pointing to it.

"Well. Lemme see Now...." He thought. "I was outside my house and I heard this ringing. I saw this shine coming from the beach. I rushed down to it and found this thing washed up in the shore. I tired to receive the sound again but it wouldn't work for me. Maybe it has a sentimental attachment towards you, sonny."

"Yeah, maybe.." I said still looking at it with admiration. "I'll take it."

I said it without even thinking.

"Anything else?" the old man had asked. He obviously hadn't had much business, so I thought I'd let him have his day.

"I'll take some bullets for my gun and that rifle too." I said.

"Oh, doing some hunting, eh?" He asked cheerfully while retrieving the gun and wrapping it up for me.

"Um. I guess you could say that." I didn't want to lie to him. But my business was My business. He'd read about it later anyway.

I pulled out my roll of cash. "How much?"

He pressed the keys on the register and gave me a total.

"$234.83" he said.

I paid him quickly and rushed out into my car with my new items. Excitement flowed through my veins like a kid in a candy store.

I made my way back to my hotel room and entered.

I whipped out my taperecorder.

[*click] "...I've purchased a new weapon but that's not important. Today, I have obtained the key. It looks like a walkman but is made heavily of metal and circuits. I believe that this is the exact same model paranormal transmitter that James sunderland had. The old man at the shop said he found it at shore. That could mean that it had floated out of the James car as he made his plunge into the lake. The thing looks positively undamaged. But I'm in luck because this is a newer model. I've read details of Harry's Model and it wasn't nearly as technologically advanced as this one is. If any trouble comes now, I'll know it. This will alert me. It'll be my seeing eye dog for danger so to speak. I should write a sample chapter on this handy little machine devices. Anyhow, Tomorrow I question the people in this town on what they think of silent hill. That will be sort of a Rumors and beliefs chapter.....[*Click]