[ This chapter may be a little long but I had to detail it right. Otherwise this wouldn't be a story, it'd be a Blank.]

The street was shady and it began snowing. The fog still remained but that didn't mean that things were getting any better. I knew what lied ahead. No matter how many times I shoved it out of my mind. My head was poking out of my driver window and the sky turned a darkened gray. That meant that it was getting dark. My mind became a shivering muscle. If I feared the monsters now, what would it be like when it got darker? I kept the radio off because I wanted it that way. I wanted to be able to hear the demons approaching me. My car idled down the street like it couldn't go no further. I pulled slowly up to the gas pumps. Straight at pump number #4. I gazed toward the double doors of the gas station. It was dark inside. Chances are that no one was here. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing. But everything could change within the blink of an eye. And that is what scared me the most. The unexpectable danger.

My hand hovered over the door handle of my car. I clicked the door open and set my feet upon the ground. I looked down at my shoes trying to hold on to my sanity. Funny, staring down at my shoes reminded me of how I first learned how to walk as a child. I slammed the door shut. I crossed slowly, with my gun drawn, towards the double doors. My arm reached out. I grasped the handle. It was colder than it was outside. I winged the door open and aimed my gun into the darkness. Couldn't see as I stepped in. The whole place was pitch black. I clicked my flashlight on. Nothing to write home about. Rows of bagged treats, frozen foods, coffee machines, counter with a register older than the place of business. Making my way to the counter, I looked over seeing complete emptiness. No one was here. I stuck my flashlight in my pocket and moved quietly to the row of bagged treats. I grabbed a family size bag of Diritos and a can of Pepsi. Not exactly what you would call a healthy diet. I piled my goodies on the counter. I thought for a quick moment. This wasn't no joyride I was on. I could just imagine the endless thieves who'd snatch what they could and rush out the door. I was no thief. I never stole anything in my life. I pulled out my wallet and flipped through the cash bills. "20 should cover it..." I pulled the wrinkly green bill out and set it upon the counter. I walked over to the register and felt around for the buttons to press for the gas pumps. I came across something slick and double barreled. It was a shotgun. "I could have some use for this..." I shined the light down and came across 4 switches. I clicked the fourth one and stood up.

"What was that?" I lifted the shotgun.

I heard a crunching sound. I walked over to the frozen food section. Came up right to the glass. Hardly could see through it. I wiped furiously to see. A corpse's face slammed up against the glass. I screamed hysterically as I fell back. The man behind the glass was bald headed, with a red uniform on, his eyes were blood shot and crystals were covering his face. The door creaked open and the corpse fell to the ground. His head cracked against the floor and blood oozed out of his open skull like a spilt cherry slushe. I felt in no mood to see this. It was just too disturbing.

I jumped out of my shocked state and grabbed the bagged treats and Pepsi I had left on the counter. I rushed out the door in a hurry to get going. It had gotten darker out and I was fearing this town by the minute. I took the pump and wedged the smelly thing into my gas tank. Waiting for something to happen. It could lead to more worse things.....

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A man busted out of The Balkan Church doors. His clothes were mere confettis as he tried to regain his balance. His face was young and his blonde hair was matted to his head. He looked behind him at the church doors. He smiled at them as they closed arubtly. He laughed heartily thankful to be alive. His smile disappeared under grief as he heard the church bells ring loudly. He returned his horrified look at the doors. He rushed up to them and placed his ear upon their cold presence. He heard a low moan and paced footsteps. (Thump!.....Thump!....Thump!) The thing was nearing the huge doors of the church from the inside. The man was getting scareder now. He furiously grabbed at his pants and unbuckled his belt. He whipped the belt away from his pants and tied it to the churches door handles. He tied it tight. So tight that his hands were bleeding from pulling the belt so tight. He fastened the buckle and waited. The doors clunked. The beast behind them banged furiously on the other side. The man slowly backed away from the doors. He knew the belt wouldn't hold for long. The banging had subsided. All was quiet and calm. A huge metallic rusted sword pierced through the door crease and started to furiously sawing the belt. The man knew what this had meant and was ashamed of his fate. He rushed off down the street screaming in hopes to find someone to help him....

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The Price toll and the Gallon toll were ringing in unison.

(*Ding...........Ding.............Ding............Ding.................Ding!)

Jack pulled the pump on the final ding. He placed it back and readied to enter his car. But he heard something. The sound was coming from inside his car somewhere.

I looked inside the hole leading downward into my gas tank. I heard a funny gurgling of some sort. I looked long and hard with my right eye. A sudden gurgling grew louder. Something headed toward my eye at fast speed. The liquid blasted me in the face. This threw me back onto the cold ground. The liquid felt sticky and uncomfortably warm against my face. I was covered in it. I sat upright and pulled out my handkerchief from my pocket. I couldn't see. My own car had blinded me! What is up with this place! I thought to myself as I rubbed furiously at my stained face. I looked down at the handkerchief and saw that the liquid was not gas. It was blood. Dark...red....blood. My mind swirled with anger and fear. My senses dulled as I pulled myself up. I slammed the cap shut. I gazed at the remaining pumps. They all came to life in front of me. Their hoses curling around as if they were snakes. Spraying blood from their holes. This gas station was possessed! I dove into my car and locked the door. The blood sprayed over my car like hard Satanic Rain. It oozed through the hole in the roof. I stabbed the car with my key and turned it. The car roared to life. I used the windshield wipers and sped off. I looked in the rear view mirror back at the blood shooting pumps....

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The blonde haired man saw something off in the distance. Two burning white eyes. Wait! Not eyes! They were Headlights to a car. He stood in the middle of the road waving his arms in panic. Hoping to see his chariot ride out of here. The fog swirled around the car and revealed itself. The man had seen blood covering the car. It looked as if it just escaped hell. And the driver was looking behind his back.....

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I kept looking in back of me to make sure I was as far away from that place as I possibly could. I sighed with a sigh of relief as I turned around. My reflexes all entered slow motion as I seen a figure in the middle of the road! "Stoooooopppppp!" the figure screamed with arms up. "Jesus!" I screamed as I slammed on the brakes. The blond-haired man dived out of the way. My cars wheels screeched to an ear shattering stop. Smoke rose from my tire tracks. My head banged against the wheel. It hurt like hell and I was developing a migraine fast. I looked up and seen a body laying across the road. Oh my god! Had I hit him?

No. The body had risen from the ground. He shaked for a moment not knowing how close he was to getting killed. He then remembered his getaway and rushed towards my car. He banged against the passenger window. "Please!....wake up!.. Let me in! You gotta get me outta here!" I stared blankly at his frightened face. I leaned over the seat to get a better look at him. He looked to be about 23. His face was pointed and his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead. He had seen my face covered by blood. He opened his eyes in horror at me. "It's open." I whispered to him.

He jumped in the car and slammed the door shut.

"You have to get me outta here! This thing's chasing me!"

I'm not saying that I didn't want to believe him, But he was the only other person I had seen alive in this god forsaken town.

"Wait! Who's chasing you?"

"There's no time to explain! We're both gonna get killed!"

"Who are you?!"

"I'm Dan! Now get me outta here!"

"How in the hell did you come to this town!?"

"I just--"

We were both cut off from Our arguing. We had both seen The huge church doors fly past the windshield as if they were thrown by God himself. They crashed up against one of the buildings and crumbled to the ground. There, standing where the church doors were once hinged, was a dark autumn character. My mouth dropped and my face perspired with sweat. In it's right arm carried a huge metallic rusted sword. It was more than half as tall as the creature himself. The creature stood proudly. Mist covering the ground. The darkness grew darker. The darkness was too dark for me to handle. I quickly shut off my flashlight and clicked off my headlights. The creature's head came into view. A huge pyramid dwelled on it's shoulders. He looked around eerily looking for his target which I could only assume was Dan.

"What.....the fuck.....is that?" I whispered.

Dan said nothing. I simply stared at the creature in disbelief. Was this another hallucination? The creature lept off the steps and landed into the road. His huge sword scraping against the road. I knew of only one thing to do. I shifted the car into drive and floored it. The creature looked around curiously. Not knowing where the attack was coming from. It was too dark to see my car and that was exactly the way I wanted it. Before I could prepare my self, The creature crashed against my hood. Black liquid splashed up against my windshield. The creature shrieked in surprise and rolled across the roof of my car fastly. The huge sword spiraled off into the dark. My car zoomed down the road. The creature fell hard on the ground.

I parked my car in a nearby parking lot. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at Dan's face.

"Now you better listen, and listen good," I had said. "I don't know what the fuck is going on in this town and I don't wanna know! All I wanna know is if you are real or not!"

Dan looked at me confused. Then he looked down at himself. "How could I not be real?"

"I don't know. But my gun could go off quick. I won't even blink twice. Hallucination or not!"

He stared at me in disbelief. I half-cocked the gun.

"Hallucination or not!" I repeated.

"Listen, man. I don't know whats going on. But I know that you've been through just as much hell as I have be--"

"Try Worse, buddy!"

"I know your afraid like I am. I can help you fight these things. Maybe find a way out of here."

"Making a deal, are we?"

"Yeah. If you want to call it that."

"You have no Idea what it's like. I-I've seen things that defied descriptions. So far, My car had a run in with some sort of flying demon. I saw a massacre at a cafe. It didn't even happen! I've seen a little girl with black hair. The damn ghost is playing with me! I've seen a gas station shooting blood. Believe me. You wouldn't want to see the things I've seen! I've had no sleep and my nerves are like electricity! You better start explaining yourself fast!"

"Okay. Just take it easy. I came to this town because......I don't know why."

"Bullshit! There is a reason you came to this hellhole! I wanna hear it!"

"I seriously don't know why I came here."

"I want a reason! Say it. Say it!"

"I grew up here as a kid."

"What's your full name?"

"Danny Rocca"

"How did you get here?"

"My father passed away seven years ago. Died in a car accident. I received a letter saying that my father was still alive. The letter...."

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.

I snatched it out of his hands.

"I'll take that!"

I kept he gun pointed at him as I read out loud.

Dan,

I have located the whereabouts of your father. He raised you in a town called Silent Hill. I heard of his accident and was very devastated. But I found out a couple months ago that your father is very much alive. His features are deformed though, I'm sorry to say. I need to meet with you urgently. Please come to the church. This is very important.

Signed,

Dahlia Giellspie

"Dahlia is dead my friend. I read about her death long ago. I think some certain things tricked you into coming here."

I moved the gun away from his face.

Dan spoke softly. "I went to the church only to find it empty. I found a book on a pedestal and took it. Their was a note inside it. That's when the thing came after me."

I pulled some covers from the backseat and put them over me. I handed Dan a cover.

I said gruffly. "We'll sleep now so we can start fresh tomorrow. one more thing, What did the note say?"

Dan looked me straight in the eye as he said: "The fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh."