Okay... hello again people. My severe lack of motivation combned with a whole
lot of other crap I have to do means that this story will probably move along
slowly. But I want to finish it. I hope the last chapter didn't turn people off
somewhat.
Chapter 5: White Powders
Running... they'll never catch me. I hope they don't catch me. I want to get as far away from them as possible. I must find a place to stay. So hungry... So cold... I'll sleep anywhere, with any sort of company. Anyone's better than them.
"Sir... wake up sir... MISTER CROCKER!!!!"
"Whaa... what's going on...?"
My head hurt a lot. I opened my eyes and saw Farnwald standing over me. I was very confused, cause I still had arms and I wasn't dead.
"We're in our Motel Room. Me and the director found you passed out in the stairwell. The doctors said that you had received a sharp blow to the head, but that you'd probably wake up in a few hours, so I brought you here"
No, what I had experienced was not a dream. It was way too realistic and I completely remembered what had happened. This town was too fucked up. I didn't want to stay here anymore.
"We're leaving", I said blatantly.
"But we just got here a day ago!", argued Farnwald.
I suddenly felt light-headed again, like I was going to pass out. For some reason, this caused me to reconsider my situation. I asked myself, "Which is more possible, all that stuff being real or you having a realistic dream?" I grunted at my own logic, but made a different decision.
"Fine", I said. "We'll stay here one more night, but then we're leaving. Why do you want to stay anyway?"
"Cause I have... stuff to do tonight"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I was... uh... invited to a social gathering"
"You mean a keg party, right?"
"I don't know what beverages they will be serving"
"How did you manage to..."
"That girl.. Nadine, or whatever her name was, invited me"
"Where'd she..."
"She waved me down. She wanted to give you something"
He pulled a white envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me. I opened it up and found several pieces of paper, one being a letter. The rest were diagrams and writings. The letter read:
Dear Mr. Crocker,
I had completely forgotten about this. A report was done by some college professor a few months ago on the objects recovered from the prison. I included the report and an old map of the prison I managed to find. Hope this helps.
- Nadine
"Um... sir?"
"Yeah, go, and stay out of trouble"
After Tom had left, I decided to take a look at the report. The map wasn't interesting, it looked like any other prison. It was very old though. Putting it in my pocket, I took a look at the report:
Subject: Artifacts recovered from Toluca Prison
Author: J. Johansen
Date: 2/16/02
The artifacts I examined were a set of paintings, a golden goblet, and a straw doll painted with a triangle across its body. The first painting was of an executioner standing in front of his skewered victims. He was wearing an odd pyramid shaped helmet. I believe the shape of the helmet is related to the triangle symbol on the doll and goblet. I have never seen this symbol before and the local library will be closed for the next few weeks. I will have to run a search on it when I get back to Brahms.
The second painting is confusing. It displays a dinner table with food, candles, and what looks like the golden cup. It reads: Crimson and White Banquets to Honor the Gods. Considering that pretty much all of America was monotheistic during this time period, I believe "to the gods" must be symbolic. Or perhaps not, its quiet possible that some of the prisoners were practicing one of the older religions, since the dominant one had betrayed them. If a prisoner was charismatic enough, their beliefs could end up spreading to guards of weak faith. Eventually, they might have started conducting rituals, thus this painting. Of course, this is only speculation.
The straw doll is not voodoo. It does not resemble anyone, there is no hair, and the only thing painted on it is the triangle symbol. I've heard rumors that a cult used to live in this town. Could they have been attempting to revive the old religion that was once practiced by the prisoners? I'd love to find the place where the cult practiced their rituals. I'll be coming back here in a day or two to conduct more research.
So I'm not the only one with the occult prison idea. I suddenly found myself much more attracted to the town. I also wanted to find where the cultists practiced their rituals. Too bad my experience so far had made me simply want to get the info and leave.
I decided to ride into town, the shopping district. It was about 8:00, I wanted a bite to eat and didn't feel up to having the cereal I brought for dinner. After taking a look at my tourist's map, I picked out a place called "Sun Cafe" along Simmons Street.
It was difficult to drive because of the fog. There was too much damn fog in this town and it was too damn cold. I turned the heat up, but was treated simply to a blast of freezing air.
"God damn it!", I yelled out. As I turned the conditioner off, I saw something I didn't like in the rear view mirror. It looked like that pyramid-helmet monster. Of course, when I turned my head around there was nothing there. As I turned back around, I was forced to slam on the breaks. My headlights had mysteriously gone out and it was way too dark and foggy to continue driving.
I pulled over to what I hoped was the sidewalk, and climbed out of my car. I felt something touch my face that sent a chill to spine.
"It's snowing... It's not supposed to be snowing, it never snows this time of year", I said out loud hoping god would hear me and remember that it wasn't winter.
I stared directly at the ground in an attempt to get my bearings. I don't really know how, but eventually, I managed to back up against a building. Wind had started to pick up, and it was extremely cold. I wanted shelter, and I wanted it fast. I groped along the building until I finally found a door. I pushed in and fell through, into the darkness.
My lighter came out, it was far too windy to use outside, but was now perfect. It was the lobby of some sort of office. Along the back end of the room was a long desk for a secretary or teller to stand behind. I looked at the back wall and saw the seal of the Silent Hill Police Department.
"HELLO!!", I shouted out to no response. "How could there not be any cops in a police station!"
Not wanting to bore myself waiting in one single room, I strode to my left and opened a creaky wooden door. It lead to an office of some kind, probably for the officer on duty, of which there was none. I knew I shouldn't have been going through official police documents, but something really caught my eye. It was a report on that poison, White Claudia or whatever:
Recommend Emergency Scheduling Procedures for the hallucinogen, White Claudia. It fits the definition of a Schedule 1 drug, and has been causing a few problem in the Silent Hill Area Lately. The plant is synthesized into a powder to be inhaled. May be easily passed off for various other substances such as cocaine. During the initial intoxication, the user will have very pleasant hallucinations for at least eight hours. If the user continues taking it, he/she will become physically and mentally addicted. Three times is all that is necessary. It is one of the few hallucinogens with physical withdrawal symptoms, similar to those of narcotics. During withdrawal, the addict will also experience extremely unpleasant hallucinations, making discontinuation practically impossible.
Images of Nadine and that other kid flooded into my mind. If they were calling for an Emergency Scheduling, then the stuff might still be legal. "Maybe this is why this whole town is so dreary...",I thought. "But that still doesn't explain the unusual weather conditions..."
I heard that siren again. It was even louder than last time. I prayed I wasn't about to have another one of those nightmares. I began to feel faint, and dropped down to the floor. When the sound finally stopped, I opened my eyes and found myself in hell.
lot of other crap I have to do means that this story will probably move along
slowly. But I want to finish it. I hope the last chapter didn't turn people off
somewhat.
Chapter 5: White Powders
Running... they'll never catch me. I hope they don't catch me. I want to get as far away from them as possible. I must find a place to stay. So hungry... So cold... I'll sleep anywhere, with any sort of company. Anyone's better than them.
"Sir... wake up sir... MISTER CROCKER!!!!"
"Whaa... what's going on...?"
My head hurt a lot. I opened my eyes and saw Farnwald standing over me. I was very confused, cause I still had arms and I wasn't dead.
"We're in our Motel Room. Me and the director found you passed out in the stairwell. The doctors said that you had received a sharp blow to the head, but that you'd probably wake up in a few hours, so I brought you here"
No, what I had experienced was not a dream. It was way too realistic and I completely remembered what had happened. This town was too fucked up. I didn't want to stay here anymore.
"We're leaving", I said blatantly.
"But we just got here a day ago!", argued Farnwald.
I suddenly felt light-headed again, like I was going to pass out. For some reason, this caused me to reconsider my situation. I asked myself, "Which is more possible, all that stuff being real or you having a realistic dream?" I grunted at my own logic, but made a different decision.
"Fine", I said. "We'll stay here one more night, but then we're leaving. Why do you want to stay anyway?"
"Cause I have... stuff to do tonight"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I was... uh... invited to a social gathering"
"You mean a keg party, right?"
"I don't know what beverages they will be serving"
"How did you manage to..."
"That girl.. Nadine, or whatever her name was, invited me"
"Where'd she..."
"She waved me down. She wanted to give you something"
He pulled a white envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me. I opened it up and found several pieces of paper, one being a letter. The rest were diagrams and writings. The letter read:
Dear Mr. Crocker,
I had completely forgotten about this. A report was done by some college professor a few months ago on the objects recovered from the prison. I included the report and an old map of the prison I managed to find. Hope this helps.
- Nadine
"Um... sir?"
"Yeah, go, and stay out of trouble"
After Tom had left, I decided to take a look at the report. The map wasn't interesting, it looked like any other prison. It was very old though. Putting it in my pocket, I took a look at the report:
Subject: Artifacts recovered from Toluca Prison
Author: J. Johansen
Date: 2/16/02
The artifacts I examined were a set of paintings, a golden goblet, and a straw doll painted with a triangle across its body. The first painting was of an executioner standing in front of his skewered victims. He was wearing an odd pyramid shaped helmet. I believe the shape of the helmet is related to the triangle symbol on the doll and goblet. I have never seen this symbol before and the local library will be closed for the next few weeks. I will have to run a search on it when I get back to Brahms.
The second painting is confusing. It displays a dinner table with food, candles, and what looks like the golden cup. It reads: Crimson and White Banquets to Honor the Gods. Considering that pretty much all of America was monotheistic during this time period, I believe "to the gods" must be symbolic. Or perhaps not, its quiet possible that some of the prisoners were practicing one of the older religions, since the dominant one had betrayed them. If a prisoner was charismatic enough, their beliefs could end up spreading to guards of weak faith. Eventually, they might have started conducting rituals, thus this painting. Of course, this is only speculation.
The straw doll is not voodoo. It does not resemble anyone, there is no hair, and the only thing painted on it is the triangle symbol. I've heard rumors that a cult used to live in this town. Could they have been attempting to revive the old religion that was once practiced by the prisoners? I'd love to find the place where the cult practiced their rituals. I'll be coming back here in a day or two to conduct more research.
So I'm not the only one with the occult prison idea. I suddenly found myself much more attracted to the town. I also wanted to find where the cultists practiced their rituals. Too bad my experience so far had made me simply want to get the info and leave.
I decided to ride into town, the shopping district. It was about 8:00, I wanted a bite to eat and didn't feel up to having the cereal I brought for dinner. After taking a look at my tourist's map, I picked out a place called "Sun Cafe" along Simmons Street.
It was difficult to drive because of the fog. There was too much damn fog in this town and it was too damn cold. I turned the heat up, but was treated simply to a blast of freezing air.
"God damn it!", I yelled out. As I turned the conditioner off, I saw something I didn't like in the rear view mirror. It looked like that pyramid-helmet monster. Of course, when I turned my head around there was nothing there. As I turned back around, I was forced to slam on the breaks. My headlights had mysteriously gone out and it was way too dark and foggy to continue driving.
I pulled over to what I hoped was the sidewalk, and climbed out of my car. I felt something touch my face that sent a chill to spine.
"It's snowing... It's not supposed to be snowing, it never snows this time of year", I said out loud hoping god would hear me and remember that it wasn't winter.
I stared directly at the ground in an attempt to get my bearings. I don't really know how, but eventually, I managed to back up against a building. Wind had started to pick up, and it was extremely cold. I wanted shelter, and I wanted it fast. I groped along the building until I finally found a door. I pushed in and fell through, into the darkness.
My lighter came out, it was far too windy to use outside, but was now perfect. It was the lobby of some sort of office. Along the back end of the room was a long desk for a secretary or teller to stand behind. I looked at the back wall and saw the seal of the Silent Hill Police Department.
"HELLO!!", I shouted out to no response. "How could there not be any cops in a police station!"
Not wanting to bore myself waiting in one single room, I strode to my left and opened a creaky wooden door. It lead to an office of some kind, probably for the officer on duty, of which there was none. I knew I shouldn't have been going through official police documents, but something really caught my eye. It was a report on that poison, White Claudia or whatever:
Recommend Emergency Scheduling Procedures for the hallucinogen, White Claudia. It fits the definition of a Schedule 1 drug, and has been causing a few problem in the Silent Hill Area Lately. The plant is synthesized into a powder to be inhaled. May be easily passed off for various other substances such as cocaine. During the initial intoxication, the user will have very pleasant hallucinations for at least eight hours. If the user continues taking it, he/she will become physically and mentally addicted. Three times is all that is necessary. It is one of the few hallucinogens with physical withdrawal symptoms, similar to those of narcotics. During withdrawal, the addict will also experience extremely unpleasant hallucinations, making discontinuation practically impossible.
Images of Nadine and that other kid flooded into my mind. If they were calling for an Emergency Scheduling, then the stuff might still be legal. "Maybe this is why this whole town is so dreary...",I thought. "But that still doesn't explain the unusual weather conditions..."
I heard that siren again. It was even louder than last time. I prayed I wasn't about to have another one of those nightmares. I began to feel faint, and dropped down to the floor. When the sound finally stopped, I opened my eyes and found myself in hell.