[ I just want to say that this would have to be my favorite chapter to write of this story. I hope you enjoy reading it as I have writing it. Enjoy! ]

I clicked the taperecorder off. I was in my hotel room , now. Pacing back and forth thinking about tomorrow. I can't believe I was doing this for the sake of polishing off all my debts. But at least I know that June will be waiting for me back home. We should really try to have a kid again. I always wanted a little boy and a girl. Teaching them both morals and wise ways......But I'd never take them to silent hill.

I grabbed a piece of paper and began writing a prologue to my trip. I took a glance around and as I thought about it now, it was kinda weird that I was writing about myself and my ventures. As if mapping out my entire existence.

I wrote: The day. The day after this is when I will leave. Leave for that town. That town with the dark soul. Winds, snow, or fog, I do not care. I do not wish to care for I am merly a lab rat out on my way to unlock what has been. The past, present, and future may haunt me. Can't change the past. Expect to live in the present. And beware for the future. I carry with me weapons that are merly simple tools for an overly expanded would-be apocalypse. Fighting to keep my soul? I'd like to think so. I will not stop searching till I find what I want. Corner by rust covered corner, I shall search. I do have fear on my side. But fear fades, and if not, Than I will be damned.

I woke up the next morning. Well, it wasn't morning. The sky seemed a hostile gray above this town. I packed up all my things. I didn't have enough energy to steal the shampoos or towels. My journey wasn't a mediocre thing like that. I took my gun and shoved it in under my beltline. "Damn, never knew these things were so damn uncomfortable." I took my flashlight and paranormal tracker and placed it in my pocket. I locked the door behind me and crossed over towards the manager's office. He made some beleaguering comments to me as I filled out the form saying that the room was free again. I hopped into my blue ford and jetted off....

The road seemed to stretch on forever. Not one single living soul was driving on this road. I wasn't sure if I was on the right road or not. I hadn't seen any signs. Nor did I have the faintest clue why I took this onto myself. The locals in Brahms hardly gave out enough information for me. I had only got a chance to interview a handful of people. One of the little bastards had mocked me saying that I was one of the dopes who missed the camping trip in The Blair Witch Project. I had nothing but time to myself on this here road. I thought fluently of my life. What this trip was going to do for us. Giving me and my wife an opportunity to start fresh. Maybe start a family by having a child. June had always wanted a little girl. I wanted a boy. I started grinning. We never could agree on anything. But I loved her. I remember when I first met her. I was lost at my college campus and she was giggling to herself on a bench. I noticed her laughing at my confusion and I took advantage of it. I had danced with her around the campus. Jerry Lewis would have even been envious of my comedic approach to her. I remember how she always visited my dorm room to read some of my stories. Back then, I only wrote about her. A story about a man meeting an angel. I called it - Believably Winged.

I had told her about and she absolutely loved it. I had written something I knew about and because of that I had written more often than I ever had. Signing my 95 page thick story and handing it to her. She still has the story, hidden away in her nightstand. Each time we would fight, we'd always take out the story and read it to each other. Holding her in my arms. Remembering was a blissful therapy to take my mind off the trip. Getting my first job offers to write newspaper articles at first. Then getting my big break by visiting a book company. I had shown the editor my work and he absolutely loved my imagination. The second story I had written was Darkish Depression. A story of a man trapped in hell on earth. My editor wanted me to switch my writing from Fantasy to darker horror thriller stories.

Then my memory did a flashback to were I didn't want it to go. I was 5 and my parents were inside watching my brother. It was a spring day. The warmest weather and the most sweet smelling winds. I never realized I couldn't swim. Standing over the pool, I don't know what came over me. I just dived in without thinking. I was at the bottom holding my breath. My eyes slowly opening underneath the water. I freaked out. Thinking I would never come back up. I struggled to swim to the top. My limbs started frailing for something to grab onto to rise me up. My own father had jumped into the water. I was so surprised, I swallowed a lungfull of water. He snatched me up and carried me out. My eyes felt like glass. I couldn't breath. He gave me mouth to mouth. I vomited the water back into the pool and I was hyperventilating. The most terrifying experience of my life. I never went to a public pool any more. too afraid too.

"Oh, man. What's this?" I said annoyingly. The fog had started swirling around my car as I drove. I hardly saw anything except yellow dashed lines and black patches of road. I squinted furiously to see. "I must be in Silent hill." Stupid fog was blurring my car vision. I started feeling wheezy. I heard flapping. "What the fuck was that?!" I saw something rush past my window. I wondered if that was my imagination. I heard clunking on my hood. "Shit!" I looked up at my hood not paying attention to the road. The road was the least of my problems. I heard scrapping and scratching. The little tracker shouted the white noise in my ears. "Shut-up! Shut-up!! Shut-upppppp!" I pulled the thing from my pocket trying to tone the volume down. I heard the loud screeching growl when the Claw dug through my roof and reached for my neck. "Holy shit!" I reached for my gun and started shooting aimlessly at my roof. "Die Mutherfucker!" Blood was oozing from the enormous gash in my roof. The wind was howling around it. I then averted my gaze towards the road. "Jesus!" My car was headed right for the metal rail. I grabbed the wheel but it was too late. Everything happened in what seemed like seconds but everything viewed as sporadic patterns of slow motion and fast-paced. I heard the car's right side grinding with the rail. The sparks were flying inside the car. I strained to take control of the wheel. Without thinking, I winged the wheel to a hard left four circular motions worth. Bad move. It put the car in a tail spin. I saw flashes of the fog like a tornado. I slammed on the brakes as I saw the image of my wife in my head. The car stopped abruptly and my forehead slammed against the dashboard.

I opened my eyes slowly. There were tears in my eyes. My car was still humming. I cracked my neck back. Old sores come at the worst times. I slicked back my greasy black hair. "Ouch!" I started hissing with pain as I felt a slight scratch just above my left eyebrow. Just a small cut. I pulled out my handkerchief and held it up to my forehead to stop bleeding. I opened the car door and stepped out into the fog. I took a look down at my clothes. Filthy. My leather jacket was dripping with that thing's blood. I started wiping myself off. The damn car's Door Ajar thing was beeping. I kicked the door shut. The inside of my car was in worst shape than me. Blood dripping from the hole in my roof. I'd have to run one of my towels across the seats. I walked around to the other side of my car finding the worst. The right side of it was completely scratched and gouged of paint. Dark gray slivers of metal showing beneath the blue paint. "Damnit!" The hole on the roof was the last eyesore I had to witness. Claw marks all over the roof. "Well, now I have a convertible." I said jokingly trying to ease my pain. I had to pull myself together. I leaned up against what was left of my beautiful car. What the hell was that thing?, I thought to myself.

I had begun to do the dumbest thing of my life. I started walking down the road to where I had seen the creature. I clutched my gun in my hand and checked to see if I had used all the bullets. 5 bullets left. Then I heard the flapping. I aimed my gun into the fog. Then I heard my little tracker going off at my car. I was only 10 feet away from my car. I turned back to see the demon. It looked as if it had been injured badly. It's hollow yellow eyes glared at me. It howled with ferocity and lunged for me. I aimed my gun and fired. The explosive bullets pierced through the being and it fell to my feet. I kicked it's head repeatedly. By the time I was done, I had had a total adrenaline rush. Out of breath, I heard myself say as I was walking back to my car. "..What's you get for fucking up my ride, bitch!"

I entered my car and drove off. Leaving the thing to die from bleeding to death. No, I didn't turn back. You'd think that after an episode like that, anyone would turn back. Not me! I wasn't going to let a few preliminaries get in my way.....