The vistor would return night after night to angelas home and watch her
dream they would occasionally talk and talk in the bedroom and the fiqures
eyes would watch the snow filled streets, she often asking to see the
fiqures face but he fiqure would look silently and hide the grostesque
Form.
The fiqure of tall stature would reveal some of her mothers storys and words she wanted to say to her daughter before she fell from life into heavens arms but the fiqure was sent by silent hill to lay her mother to rest she wouldn't pass without her daughter come to see her one last time.
This cold morning angela dreamt of the town again and in her dream she touched the silent hill sign it had blood smeared across it and read "Population: ." But then there was no numbers to be found.
She dreamt of the hospital of silent hill dark without electricity and wore down bodys layed in their beds but ceased to live she would walk down empty halls to where the last patient corridor was and found the last bed, the chart read "Angela Lorith".
Her moms corpse quickly arose and welcomed her into a hug with the black funereal dresss still on and spoke slightly with a stumble of pattern.
"Hello angela"..
Angela awoke from her dream violently trying to catch her breath found herself in tears and looking at the clock and it always reads 3 am and the fiqure would be sitting in the antique chair.
"Let your mom be at peace say goodbye to her"The fiqure said with a hint of sorrow.
The the fiqure disappeared again from her room.
She sat silent for hours thinking of her mother and silent hill.
The fiqure of tall stature would reveal some of her mothers storys and words she wanted to say to her daughter before she fell from life into heavens arms but the fiqure was sent by silent hill to lay her mother to rest she wouldn't pass without her daughter come to see her one last time.
This cold morning angela dreamt of the town again and in her dream she touched the silent hill sign it had blood smeared across it and read "Population: ." But then there was no numbers to be found.
She dreamt of the hospital of silent hill dark without electricity and wore down bodys layed in their beds but ceased to live she would walk down empty halls to where the last patient corridor was and found the last bed, the chart read "Angela Lorith".
Her moms corpse quickly arose and welcomed her into a hug with the black funereal dresss still on and spoke slightly with a stumble of pattern.
"Hello angela"..
Angela awoke from her dream violently trying to catch her breath found herself in tears and looking at the clock and it always reads 3 am and the fiqure would be sitting in the antique chair.
"Let your mom be at peace say goodbye to her"The fiqure said with a hint of sorrow.
The the fiqure disappeared again from her room.
She sat silent for hours thinking of her mother and silent hill.