"Sure you don't wanna smoke?"

I held my pack in front of Dan's nose. He was in the driver seat and I was in the passenger seat. I was still sorta chuckling under my breath about what we had just done. Dan declined with a shake of his head. He must've been one of those health freaks. "Well, then how about a drink?" I pulled my suitcase out from the backseat and opened it. I pulled out a health drink and threw the case back in the backseat. I read the inscription on the bottle out loud. "...Packed full of Protein, Ginseng, and a touch of..." Dan swiped the drink outta my hands. "I don't need to know whats in it," He declared nervously as he unscrewed the cap. "At this point I'd drink lighter fluid on a 5 dollar dare."

I guess he was still pretty shooken up. We left the skeleton on the hood. Neither of us would dare take it off. I guess that everyone has their weak points. We wouldn't talk to each other for a while. We were contemplating what we were going to do now that we were in the other side of the map. I whipped it out real quick. This part of town consisted of a Police station, Hospital, Antique shop, and a slew of certain malls in the area. Everything was silent except for the occasional gulp from Dan's mouth as he practically inhaled the health drink. I'd figure that we'd make for the police station first. Track down any leads. Hey, I liked the sound of that. But something still plagued my mind. Everyone drawn to this town was drawn from some unknown force. Harry Mason's daughter begged him to take a vacation to this unheavenly place. He hadn't even known of Cheryl's past. Born in Silent hill. Wanting to go back. Sooner or later, everyone starts to retrace their roots. Cybil Bennett had gotten called to this town from an unknown phone call. James Sunderland came to this town an account of a letter. A letter from his dead wife. The dead don't write...or do they? A letter calling to him to come on the opposite side of town. They say that this town you never get lost in. The whole town resides around The lake. That's exactly where James is now, at the bottom of that lake, or so I've heard. He had lost his way, not geographically, he had lost his way personally. Death by drowning. Just the thought made me uncomfortably numb. Just imagine all that salty water. Covering every pore, blocking every orphism, seeping into the skin. According to certain morgue experts, the Body of James Sunderland would probably be huskier by now. The body only contains a certain amount of water. The body would've soaked all that up to the point where the skin was damp, soggy, fragile, and wrinkly. The body's pores tighten up from the overexposure of moisture. I could just imagine his bloated body still clutching onto the steering wheel, as if to never let go....

Then, of course, there was me and Dan. Dan became a high-strung person now that he's seen all of this. He came here because of a letter. But this letter was from someone who has long since been dead. I read about it at our local newspaper. They found her body on the top of a building in another part of town. It was Burnt beyond recognition. The article explained how all the townspeople believed her to be crazy. Dahlia Gillespie: A Ritualistic Witch who poked her nose into dark unexpected places. Lately she would visit Balkan Church. Some books and certain religious items were stolen and have not been recovered since. Then it went into a long explanation on how she had lost her daughter when their farm house was burned. Burnt alive. The daughter and mother shared fates. Below, at the buildings base, were the smashed carcass's of One Doctor Kaufmanns and Nurse Lisa Garland. Doctor Kaufmann, a well-known doctor responsible for the new antibiotics of certain degree burns of the body, died on impact. He was Savior at the time of his medical life. He had his face plastered all over The Medical Journal. I had remembered reading about him before I even knew that a town named Silent hill existed. But he had gotten in trouble with the law here and there. Trafficking drugs from the area. His case was dismissed on lack of evidence. Lisa Garland's corpse was a highly unusual case. Even to the top scientists sent in from Washington. They had examined her body thoroughly. I had seen the autopsy on the discovery channel. Her body was totally pulverized. Her skin was a disgusting greenish pale. (All that beauty gone to waste.) They censored out the private parts but they still showed extensively that the corpse had long been bleeding out of every orphism. They opened her up and found the most baffling discoveries that all lead to dead ends. According to the blood, tissue, and hair samples, the Body had been dead for quite some time. It didn't explain much. So why was Lisa Garland's corps's arms clutched around Kaufmanns's body. No one was reported moving the body. Large doses of a white drug was in her blood. They had never seen a drug quite like it. I thought I had seen the body move while they were doing the operation but then dismissed it as a figment of my wild imagination. A couple Eye witnesses reported seeing glowing pink lightening bolts shooting upward off the top of the building. Stuff like that is unheard of.

Then there's me. I've tracked the happenings of silent hill since before I could remember. The town disturbed me. I presented all this information I had collected and presented it to my Editor. He was awestruck and declared that I must write a novel. He said that I should drive down there myself to aquire more research. The more the better. At first I was excited, but then I argued with him in his own office that I didn't need to visit that town. The husky editor waved a check in my face for a bonus. He patted me on the back as he said. "You don't really believe in this spooky stuff, do you?" In a way, I had damned myself. Coming to this town was a mistake from the beginning. But I needed the money. I had gotten myself into this. Sure, I had regrets but very few. In a weird way, I had noticed that I had the same initials as the second visitor to this town did....

J. S.

James Sunderland.

Jack Shaye.

Quite the coincidence. If this were a movie, they'd probably call this moment a Trilogy Deja Vu. But all life was not happy endings. I didn't know what was going to happen.

I reviewed the map carefully. I took out my red marker and marked all the places we visited so far. Let's see.....There was.....The broken down fence where I found Harry's Jeep, The Cafe, The Gas Station, The Balkan Church, and the Bridge.

Funny, I never thought of going to Midwench Elementary school. I wonder why. Harry had been there, I remember him saying it on the news. But jack hadn't. He was on the other side of town. Maybe there was a connection somewhere. I took a long hard gaze at Dan. He threw the bottle outside the car window.

Dan: (Looking at Jack) "What?"

Jack: "Tell me something, Danny-boy. Where did you go to grade school?"

Dan: (Puzzled expression but then realizing where this is leading)

Both say: "Midwench Elementary school."

Jack: "Quite the coincidence..."

I then remembered about how Dan said something about retrieving a book from the church.

Jack: "Dan, do you still have that book?"

Dan: "Um, yeah. (Pulling it from his large pants pocket) I didn't get a chance to read it cause I was running from that creature with the sword."

I examined the book carefully. It had a green cover. The title was called: Forsaken I opened the book and a note fell in my lap. The same little note that Dan was talking about. I read out loud. The words were written in red. Might've been marker, might've been blood, I just don't know.

"The Fear of Blood tends to create Fear for the Flesh."

The First page was a monagera of letters that made no sense. Must've been written in Latin or something. They looked like jagged backward text to me. This scripted Latin went on for a good seven pages. The next pages were written by hand. It was hard to make out the person's handwriting. Something about a Prophecy. The next page shown a bunch of text with The Mark of Samuel dead in the center of the page. I began reading. It sounded like a journal entry of some sort. Long ago. It read of a house full of flames, the nightmare repeating, a daughter lost..... Must be the writings of Dahlia. I went a few pages ahead. It read of an Herbal plant grown at the base of a hill. White Claudia? What the hell is that? It cascaded off into long explanations of the soul. "...Souls of the condemned find virtue in reincarnation.....Souls that are half formed...Separate....find different flesh...Must be drawn together....order for the complete soul to live on forever.....to rule the land of once holy grounds....leading lost souls...." It was allot of philosophical jazz about separate bodies, new lives, connecting both parts of a torn soul or something like that. The next page talked about Angels and their purpose. Guardians, healers, forgivers. And the Forsaken. Guardians were the guards who protected the living. Healers were ones who took the form of people. They who perform ritualistic miracles at will when needed. Forgivers were ones who were both living and spiritual. Mourning for another one's loss.

It went on about two separate noblemen. One who has written of the living,dead, and the darkness. It explained that the human was an old soul. It said on how this nobleman was not sure of his purpose. The other was a young man who had lost and despair over the tragedy of his one who was born from him. It became clearer now. The book was talking about Us! Me and Dan! We were and are the Forsaken angels! Our lives were on yellow dusted pages. I looked around in disbelief. We were the key-carriers. We were connected by fate and were sent from it for a purpose. I flipped the next few pages. It was written in a text that was unreadable typed. I read aloud. " Llaf ssenkrad eht tel. Dlrow rednu eht ot htrib evig. Dniheb morf neddih dnuorgkcab eurt eht wohs dna." It made no utter sense whatsoever.

Then it blared. A siren that I had never heard before. My ears hurt as I heard the unearthly sound.

Dan: "What's going on?!"

We both held our ears tightly. The ground started to shake uncontrollably. But I thought hard to myself. This town never had an earthquake in the history of it. Why one now?

I gazed toward my window. The road that we were parked on slowly faded away to a rusted grating. Dan looked up at the sky. The moon covered the sun in some weird way of an eclipse. Nothing was shining. Everything became darker than death with a blindfold. The skeleton on the hood of the car disappeared in front of our eyes.

We yelled out in horror. We couldn't see anything. The siren was still blaring from all around us.

Dan: "What have you done?"

Jack: "When did this happen?"

Dan: "Jack, are you still in the car?"

Jack: "Are you kidding, Where did you think I was? Strolling down Hell street?"

Dan: "I'm scared. (Sobbing) I should've never came to this hellhole."

Jack: "Stop crying, you baby!"

(Smack!)

Dan: "What was that for?"

Jack: "You're losing it,man. Don't think for a second that you're going to snap now."

Dan: "I can't see."

Jack: "Well, niether can I."

(Click, click, click)

Dan: "What's t-that!?"

Jack: "My flashlights not working."

Dan: "Next time warn me of anymore sounds."

Jack: "Hold on, My lighter still has fluid."

(Chink, chink,chink, chink)

Dan: "Would you stop that?! It's making me nervous."

Jack: "Hold On, I'll get it."

(Chink, chink.)

Dan: "It's cold in here."

I clicked the lighter a final time. The flame glowed in between us. I handed it to him as I held the book up to him.

Jack: (Pointing at the book) "All I did was read this one passage."

Dan looked at the words. They made no sense to him either.

Dan: "It must be a spell in a code or something..."

He read the last word, if you could call it a word, backwards. "L- L- E -F. F-E-L-L. Fell."

He pronounced that he had an idea. He handed me the lighter and snatched the book from my hands. He quickly held up the book to the rear view mirror and read silently. His eyes widened with every word he spoke from the reflection.

"let the darkness falL. give birth to the underworlD. and show the true background hidden from behinD."

We heard low level growling all around us. Thousands of screeching creatures. Some winged, some with huge bulky strong arms, others with flesh rotting off. They surrounded the car. The glow from the lighter slowly subsided. Dan started whispering to me in fright.

Dan: "Th-he darkn-ess must've consumed the whole town."

Jack: "Don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto."

The glow from the lighter flickered away. We left in darkness. Listening to the howls of the screeching demons. They were ready to feast.