My senses awoke me the next morning. It was freezing cold. I opened my
eyes and saw the strangest thing ever. It was snowing outside, in the end
of June! I arose from my bed and walked into the living room wearing only
my bathrobe. I turned on the TV and thenx went to fix a batch of coffee.
When I re-entered the living room my TV was going crazy. Channel 7 was all
static and noise. Strange, I thought to myself. Channel 7 was the main
news channel, I never remembered a time when it had been shut down without
notice. I took the remote from the nearby coffee table and changed the
channel. It was the same. Not even a sign of a signal trying to break
through. I could understand this happening with broadcast television, but
it was quite peculiar with cable. I flipped through all the channels it
was the same as before, static and noise.
Dumbfounded, I turned the television off and walked over to the radio just
to the side of it on the entertainment center. I remember it being set to
the station I usually listen too, Smooth Jazz 95.5. When I turned on the
radio it was the same as the TV, just static. I flipped through the
stations; all I heard was noisy static.
"This is really weird," I said to myself.
I turned off the radio and walked back into the kitchen, my coffee was ready. I took my traditional mug with the words: Silent Hill Board of Education, inscribed on the front. I poured the black coffee into the mug and added about two packs of Equal sweetener. As I went to take my seat at my dining table, I took my wireless phone. I pressed the talk button expecting to hear a dial tone, but all I heard was that loud "er, er, er, er" that you usually hear when the phone is prompting you to hang up and dial over. I turned the phone off and then back on and pressed "talk" again. I heard the same er sound.
"This is just too weird."
As I drank my coffee down I walked over to my front, dining room window. I opened the shades to look down into the courtyard. To my surprise the water from the pool was completely drained out, and instead was nearly filled with snow. There was an additional thick fog that gave the surrounding an eerie look. One weird thing after another, something was definitely wrong.
My day had been planned out the day before. I was to go back to Midwich to clean out my classroom and prepare for summer school, which was to start in two weeks. And then I was going to go into central Silent Hill to do some grocery shopping.
When I finished my coffee, which was quite energizing, I decided to finish it off with a hot shower. I dropped my robe and stepped into the shower. It was soothing and relaxing to all of my body. I washed my jet-black hair and muscular body clean and then got out.
My day's outfit was originally going to be a pair of gray shorts and an orange button-down silk shirt. But after being updated with the current weather conditions, I knew I would surely die of pneumonia if I really went out like that. I decided to change into something more fitting for the weather. I took out a pair of white kaki pants and a gray pullover shirt, in addition I was going to top it off with a fleece jacket.
I dressed and grabbed my car keys as I headed for the door. When I opened the front door a blast of cold air hit my face like never before. I predicted the temperature had dropped to nearly thirty degrees. It wasn't snowing as hard and strong as I had thought. There were just a few drops here and there, and strangely the pool was the only place near at which the snow had culminated. As I stepped out onto the balcony of the second floor, I looked up into the sky; the fog was thicker than I had ever seen it before. I wondered how this would affect my driving conditions.
I locked my door and stepped down the stairs to the ground floor and the courtyard. As I passed the pool area I couldn't help but to notice a neighbor's door in apartment 5 wide open. Really, who would have their door wide open in weather like this? I shifted my direction towards the open door. As I lurked closer the strangest noise could be heard and the most nauseous smell violated my nose. I covered my nose as stepped into the dark and cold apartment.
I really didn't know this neighbor as well as I did the ones on the second floor. But I did know her name was Cheryl Maxell. I walked deeper into the apartment and closed the door behind me.
"Hello? Cheryl? Are you there?"
All I heard was that noise I mentioned before, by now I was able to infer that it was similar to that of a bird, more specifically a crow. Cheryl's kitchen and dinning area were empty and quiet, the same for her colored living room equipped with a futon, rocking chair, and coffee table. All of this was clustered at an angle facing the television; similar to way I had arranged my living room.
As I walked into the back of the apartment, my nose became as violated as ever. Who or whatever was creating that smell sure hadn't bathed in a while. With my nose covered I entered the bathroom. I found nothing but a bathtub full of steamy water. I then walked over to Cheryl's bedroom. I really became alert as soon as I noticed large amounts of blood streaked all over the door and doorknob. The carpet of the area appeared to have been drenched with blood. Something had gone wrong.
Fear and suspense took over my body as I opened the bedroom door. It was when the door was fully opened that I realized what I feared had come true. Cheryl was dead, but that was only half of it. The thing that was currently eating her bloody corpse was what disturbed me, and still disturbs me to this day. I really don't know what it was, but my best guest would be a bloody skeleton with wings. This humongous flying corpse was digging its beak and baldhead straight through stomach of Cheryl's nude body.
"What the hell?"
I froze where I was, too disturbed to even think about puking. Fear swept over me, as it never did before as the bird took its attention away from Cheryl's body and directed it towards me. It let out a howling scream as it flapped its bloody wings and began to swoop towards me. I had to get out of there.
I dashed out of the room, moving my hand off the doorframe just as the bird smashed its beak into where my hand rested just seconds before. With adrenaline running fresh through my body, I ran fast as ever out of the apartment. Whatever the hell that thing was, it sure wasn't happy.
I ran out of the courtyard and into the residential garage, the bird crept close behind. When I reached my car the bird began to pick up airspeed and began to hurl towards me. I panicked as I searched for the car key. Thirty feet, twenty, it just kept coming closer at dazzling speeds.
"Yes!" I exclaimed when I located the key.
I inserted it into the lock and opened the car door. I closed the door just as the bird splattered blood all over my driver side window. That was a close call.
I started the Toyota and threw it into third gear. The tires screeched as I roared out of the garage.
I reflected on what my eyes just bestowed upon me on my drive into town. The weather conditions worsened as I neared closer to the resort part of Silent Hill. From my point of view it looked as if the lake had nearly frozen due to the cold. All this was quite hard to believe, not even twenty-four hours earlier I was driving on this same road with my air conditioner on full blast, and now I'm all suited up in winter gear with my heater warming the car. As I drove further down Sanford Street, approaching the amusement park, I began to see the culmination of the snow. If this kept up, I would surely be "snowed in" wherever I decided to stop.
By now I knew Midwich Elementary School was not the place to be, after just witnessing the most horrifying death ever imaginable. All this was quite hard for my emotions to take in, first the strange weather and now the bloody death of a neighbor. There was no telling was next.
Twenty minutes later I had by far passed the Lakeside Amusement Park and Resort. I decided to swing by the police department to let the officials know what I had just seen. Like they would believe me anyway, but it was worth a try. I turned right on Bloch Street and headed across the river and into Central Silent Hill.
By this time weather conditions were worse than ever. Visibility was probably down to less than a mile, and the snow was being pushed through the air by the howling winds. I had completely crossed over the bridge into Central Silent Hill when I turned left onto Crichton Street. The police station was just at the corner. I parked my car along with others that were buried under the snow. I decided to make it quick so that my car wouldn't up like the others parked nearby. As I opened the driver door and stepped out into cold, the balls of snow hit my face like glass.
"Shit!"
I slammed the door shut and stepped into the high ceiling entrance hall of the police station. It was dark (except for the light shining through the front door and windows scattered throughout) and void, not one light on.
"Hello? Is there anyone there?"
I walked over to the reception desk and tapped the silver bell placed on the counter. There was a brown wooden door just behind it.
"Ding," it was the bell.
The echo sounded throughout the marble glass hall. It was quite eerie.
I was about to leave when I heard the noise of an opening door. When I turned around I realized that it was the door behind the reception desk, a policeman stepped out. He was wearing the traditional blue and black Silent Hill Police Department uniform.
"May I help you sir?" the man asked, he had a surprised look on his face, I guess it was because of the clothes of I was wearing.
"Excuse me asking, but isn't a bit hot for what you have on?" the officer asked.
"Hot?" I replied, chuckling. "Have you looked outside?"
The man looked behind me and out the door. He was a little on the chubby side for a police officer and had a large gray mustache that for the most part that
"Good Lord Jesus," he said, dumbfounded. "It's snowing in the end of June. As long as I've been serving here in Silent Hill, I've never seen it like this."
"Me either."
"And where is everybody?" he asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "When I woke up it was all like this."
"Same here. So, what can I help you with?"
"Well, you're probably going to find this hard to believe."
"In my 10 years of service at Silent Hill, I find nothing hard to believe."
"Ok then. In addition to crazy weather, I just witnessed my neighbor being killed by a."
My sentence was cut off just as a creature similar to that of the one that killed Cheryl fly by the outside of the police station.
"What in the world was that?" the policeman asked.
"I was about to tell you," I replied. "That 'thing' killed my neighbor."
"I don't see how I'm gonna arrest one of those, but I'll have a whack at it. That is if I find any backup around here."
Both of us chuckled at his slight sense of humor.
"You take care of yourself, I said walking towards the door."
"Wait, just a minute there.uh.what's your name again?"
"Tosin, Tosin Johnson. I'm a teacher over at Midwich."
"Oh, Tosin. Well, there's something I otta tell you."
"What? What is it that you want to tell me?" I asked, not knowing what was up this cop's sleeves.
"Follow me."
He led me further into police station.
"This is really weird," I said to myself.
I turned off the radio and walked back into the kitchen, my coffee was ready. I took my traditional mug with the words: Silent Hill Board of Education, inscribed on the front. I poured the black coffee into the mug and added about two packs of Equal sweetener. As I went to take my seat at my dining table, I took my wireless phone. I pressed the talk button expecting to hear a dial tone, but all I heard was that loud "er, er, er, er" that you usually hear when the phone is prompting you to hang up and dial over. I turned the phone off and then back on and pressed "talk" again. I heard the same er sound.
"This is just too weird."
As I drank my coffee down I walked over to my front, dining room window. I opened the shades to look down into the courtyard. To my surprise the water from the pool was completely drained out, and instead was nearly filled with snow. There was an additional thick fog that gave the surrounding an eerie look. One weird thing after another, something was definitely wrong.
My day had been planned out the day before. I was to go back to Midwich to clean out my classroom and prepare for summer school, which was to start in two weeks. And then I was going to go into central Silent Hill to do some grocery shopping.
When I finished my coffee, which was quite energizing, I decided to finish it off with a hot shower. I dropped my robe and stepped into the shower. It was soothing and relaxing to all of my body. I washed my jet-black hair and muscular body clean and then got out.
My day's outfit was originally going to be a pair of gray shorts and an orange button-down silk shirt. But after being updated with the current weather conditions, I knew I would surely die of pneumonia if I really went out like that. I decided to change into something more fitting for the weather. I took out a pair of white kaki pants and a gray pullover shirt, in addition I was going to top it off with a fleece jacket.
I dressed and grabbed my car keys as I headed for the door. When I opened the front door a blast of cold air hit my face like never before. I predicted the temperature had dropped to nearly thirty degrees. It wasn't snowing as hard and strong as I had thought. There were just a few drops here and there, and strangely the pool was the only place near at which the snow had culminated. As I stepped out onto the balcony of the second floor, I looked up into the sky; the fog was thicker than I had ever seen it before. I wondered how this would affect my driving conditions.
I locked my door and stepped down the stairs to the ground floor and the courtyard. As I passed the pool area I couldn't help but to notice a neighbor's door in apartment 5 wide open. Really, who would have their door wide open in weather like this? I shifted my direction towards the open door. As I lurked closer the strangest noise could be heard and the most nauseous smell violated my nose. I covered my nose as stepped into the dark and cold apartment.
I really didn't know this neighbor as well as I did the ones on the second floor. But I did know her name was Cheryl Maxell. I walked deeper into the apartment and closed the door behind me.
"Hello? Cheryl? Are you there?"
All I heard was that noise I mentioned before, by now I was able to infer that it was similar to that of a bird, more specifically a crow. Cheryl's kitchen and dinning area were empty and quiet, the same for her colored living room equipped with a futon, rocking chair, and coffee table. All of this was clustered at an angle facing the television; similar to way I had arranged my living room.
As I walked into the back of the apartment, my nose became as violated as ever. Who or whatever was creating that smell sure hadn't bathed in a while. With my nose covered I entered the bathroom. I found nothing but a bathtub full of steamy water. I then walked over to Cheryl's bedroom. I really became alert as soon as I noticed large amounts of blood streaked all over the door and doorknob. The carpet of the area appeared to have been drenched with blood. Something had gone wrong.
Fear and suspense took over my body as I opened the bedroom door. It was when the door was fully opened that I realized what I feared had come true. Cheryl was dead, but that was only half of it. The thing that was currently eating her bloody corpse was what disturbed me, and still disturbs me to this day. I really don't know what it was, but my best guest would be a bloody skeleton with wings. This humongous flying corpse was digging its beak and baldhead straight through stomach of Cheryl's nude body.
"What the hell?"
I froze where I was, too disturbed to even think about puking. Fear swept over me, as it never did before as the bird took its attention away from Cheryl's body and directed it towards me. It let out a howling scream as it flapped its bloody wings and began to swoop towards me. I had to get out of there.
I dashed out of the room, moving my hand off the doorframe just as the bird smashed its beak into where my hand rested just seconds before. With adrenaline running fresh through my body, I ran fast as ever out of the apartment. Whatever the hell that thing was, it sure wasn't happy.
I ran out of the courtyard and into the residential garage, the bird crept close behind. When I reached my car the bird began to pick up airspeed and began to hurl towards me. I panicked as I searched for the car key. Thirty feet, twenty, it just kept coming closer at dazzling speeds.
"Yes!" I exclaimed when I located the key.
I inserted it into the lock and opened the car door. I closed the door just as the bird splattered blood all over my driver side window. That was a close call.
I started the Toyota and threw it into third gear. The tires screeched as I roared out of the garage.
I reflected on what my eyes just bestowed upon me on my drive into town. The weather conditions worsened as I neared closer to the resort part of Silent Hill. From my point of view it looked as if the lake had nearly frozen due to the cold. All this was quite hard to believe, not even twenty-four hours earlier I was driving on this same road with my air conditioner on full blast, and now I'm all suited up in winter gear with my heater warming the car. As I drove further down Sanford Street, approaching the amusement park, I began to see the culmination of the snow. If this kept up, I would surely be "snowed in" wherever I decided to stop.
By now I knew Midwich Elementary School was not the place to be, after just witnessing the most horrifying death ever imaginable. All this was quite hard for my emotions to take in, first the strange weather and now the bloody death of a neighbor. There was no telling was next.
Twenty minutes later I had by far passed the Lakeside Amusement Park and Resort. I decided to swing by the police department to let the officials know what I had just seen. Like they would believe me anyway, but it was worth a try. I turned right on Bloch Street and headed across the river and into Central Silent Hill.
By this time weather conditions were worse than ever. Visibility was probably down to less than a mile, and the snow was being pushed through the air by the howling winds. I had completely crossed over the bridge into Central Silent Hill when I turned left onto Crichton Street. The police station was just at the corner. I parked my car along with others that were buried under the snow. I decided to make it quick so that my car wouldn't up like the others parked nearby. As I opened the driver door and stepped out into cold, the balls of snow hit my face like glass.
"Shit!"
I slammed the door shut and stepped into the high ceiling entrance hall of the police station. It was dark (except for the light shining through the front door and windows scattered throughout) and void, not one light on.
"Hello? Is there anyone there?"
I walked over to the reception desk and tapped the silver bell placed on the counter. There was a brown wooden door just behind it.
"Ding," it was the bell.
The echo sounded throughout the marble glass hall. It was quite eerie.
I was about to leave when I heard the noise of an opening door. When I turned around I realized that it was the door behind the reception desk, a policeman stepped out. He was wearing the traditional blue and black Silent Hill Police Department uniform.
"May I help you sir?" the man asked, he had a surprised look on his face, I guess it was because of the clothes of I was wearing.
"Excuse me asking, but isn't a bit hot for what you have on?" the officer asked.
"Hot?" I replied, chuckling. "Have you looked outside?"
The man looked behind me and out the door. He was a little on the chubby side for a police officer and had a large gray mustache that for the most part that
"Good Lord Jesus," he said, dumbfounded. "It's snowing in the end of June. As long as I've been serving here in Silent Hill, I've never seen it like this."
"Me either."
"And where is everybody?" he asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "When I woke up it was all like this."
"Same here. So, what can I help you with?"
"Well, you're probably going to find this hard to believe."
"In my 10 years of service at Silent Hill, I find nothing hard to believe."
"Ok then. In addition to crazy weather, I just witnessed my neighbor being killed by a."
My sentence was cut off just as a creature similar to that of the one that killed Cheryl fly by the outside of the police station.
"What in the world was that?" the policeman asked.
"I was about to tell you," I replied. "That 'thing' killed my neighbor."
"I don't see how I'm gonna arrest one of those, but I'll have a whack at it. That is if I find any backup around here."
Both of us chuckled at his slight sense of humor.
"You take care of yourself, I said walking towards the door."
"Wait, just a minute there.uh.what's your name again?"
"Tosin, Tosin Johnson. I'm a teacher over at Midwich."
"Oh, Tosin. Well, there's something I otta tell you."
"What? What is it that you want to tell me?" I asked, not knowing what was up this cop's sleeves.
"Follow me."
He led me further into police station.