Angela stood on the edge of the corner of the street in main street the snow filling its gravel and grassy textures the fog existing as always in the streets by her home she looked up at the street sign.

"Silent hill main st?.."she said with a tremble in her voice.

The fiqure walked up slowly out of the mists and gave a sarcastic smile not revealing his face.

He walked over to angela and smiled softly again and looked up at the sign.

"Funny thing about people who lose their memory they can grow up in a place all their childhood and never know they didn't leave angela"The fiqure walked off back into the mists.

The snow fell again as he continued to fade into the mists the sounds of crying children and screams would embrace the towns beauty and scenic legends and fog

The mothers fiqure appears in front of angela and angela jumps back in fear.

"Goodbyes are so long angela.."The mother looked at her daughter her eyes empty and removed.

Angela looked down and let tears fall and wanted to touch her mothers hand and hold her but let her go in peace.

"Goodbye mother..ill..always love you.."Angela looked in trembling emotions and watched her mother fade into the snow slowly into the beatiful falling silent hill snow.

Angela wished this all to be a dream, but silent hill was a place people are called two others wander upon it. Some dream of it and some known it all their lives.

Angela Walked down silent hills streets and paths to the lake to find some sanity of all this.

Silent hill wasn't known for its sanity.