~Sami: Sorry bout the big text blobs. I'm only in the seventh grade...thats how we learn to write. The chapters are supposed to stop abruptly, too. Why, its just the way I writer.~
Chapter6:He Knows something...
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"Holy Redeemer Hospital." Michelle repeated. I sighed, "I'll never find them. Jenna, my friend,has the city map. I don't know where anything is..."Michelle walked over to the desk and pulled a folded paper out of a drawer. She handed it to me. "Take this one, pretty basic but it has street names and names of the bigger buildings. I won't need it, I don't plan to leave here anyway." Takeing my backpack off, I pulled out the little switchblade. "I'm coming back, until then, here." I gave her the weapon. "Take that. You never know when those things are oming back." Michelle looked grateful for the means of self-defense. "You're comingback...why?"She asked, I just laughed "To make sure you're alive, I hate meeting people and haveing them killed off....even if they are teachers." I started out the door. "Be careful." Michelle called after me. "You too." I said shutting the door behind me. I decended the stairs until I reached the first floor.Outside a door labeled 'Reciptionist' was a bloody handprint. I opened it. There were bloody hand and foot prints leading up to a desk. I approached it to see an old newspaper. Dated 20 years ago, the story told of a horrific fire. " Seven year old Alessa Gillespie burned to death in her own home. The cause of the fire is unknown, but Dahlia Gillespie, the mother, had left her alone in the house. Alessa easily could have started the fire herself, there were no witnesses or proof." I read aloud to myself. "Interesting' Then, I left the school. It was still snowing and the only noise I could hear was my quiet shuffleing. "Hey!" someone called from behind me as I walked down the street. I spun around. "Bridget?" There she stood, in baggy pants and a tee-shirt, both army-camouflauge style. Her blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail. "Did you...join the army or something?" I quipped, pushing hair out of my eyes. "No, I'm going to stop mysisters. Wanna help?" Bridget looked excited about stopping them, but I avoided her question, "Did you know an Alessa Gillespie? I met Brianna, I'm guessing she's the one who was 'waiting' for me... Your sister. A Gilespie. It can't be very common in a small town like Silent Hill can it? Alessa...anther sister...a dead one maybe....Another Cultist family member?" I demanded to know. 'Cultist..where do I remember that...?' Bridget shook her head. "She was my older cousin. If she were still alive she'd be thirty-one. I don't know too much about her, only that she didn't diein that fire and she was supposed to be the mother of God. My sisters know more, I never really payed attention to mother unless it was remotely interesting." She explained. "Well, if I didn't say it already, I'm going to Holy Redeemer Hospital. Creepy, back in Philly, I was born in a Holy Redeemer hospital. Weird ,huh?" I shivered. Bridget had something in her hand, a machine gun. " If you really want to go there....fine. Just warning you, that place is creepy." She said to me. "Well, I'm going anyway. My friends are there. Or..some of them. Weter or not your coming is nobig deal to me." I shifted my weight to my right foot. Bridget smirked. "Yah...fine. You go by yourself, I have other places to go." She turned and walked away. I continued my journey to Holy Redeemer. Outside were three dog-like things. Their skin was missing. If you got a textbook that shows you what a dog looks like under its skin, it was an exact replica of what I had to get past to get in the hospital doors. It was dark in the entry hall, so i turned my flashlight on. That hospital smell filled my head On the right of me was a reception desk. Atop the main desk was a stack of files and a coffee mug. I looked at th sign in sheet. Names were written in red. 'R.Murphy, Q.Black, F.Stein, B.Gillespie, J.Kole, K.Szyboyski, , S.Parris' My eyes grew wide at seeing the last name on the list. My name...how did it get there? The list also had Karen and Jenna's names, but in their handwriting. On the nearby wall was a map of the hopital. Surprised that Jenna didn't take it, I took it. Along with the red pen on the desk. I went through the only door. Faced with a long hallway, I checked the map I had just pulled it out when a thumping noise camefrom behind one of the doors. On the map, the room was identified as A8. Slowly I approached the banging door.I opened it and stepped back quickly. There, on the floor, was a boy with bushy hair and buck teeth. He appeared to be in a straight jacket. "Ummmmmmmmmm......Hi?" I said stareing down at him. The boy rolle over and yelled "I'm a SQUIRRELL!" A8 was a padded room. "Okaaay...do you have a name...or is it squirrell?" Squirrell was still laying on the floor. "Rick, but you can call me squirrell.Are you here to help me get the acorns from behind the walls?" I slowly shook my head. "Do you need help getting back into your room? I need to leave soon...I'll help you if you need it...I guess." He nodded, so I helped him up and back into his room. 'That symbol' The big symbol with the six colored circles was painted on the wall. I stard at it, head pounding. After a minute, I blinked and looked away. "Did you-paint that?" I asked Rick. He was busy banging his shouder against the wall. "NO! NOW GO AWAY!" Rick yelled at me. 'He knows something.'
Chapter6:He Knows something...
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"Holy Redeemer Hospital." Michelle repeated. I sighed, "I'll never find them. Jenna, my friend,has the city map. I don't know where anything is..."Michelle walked over to the desk and pulled a folded paper out of a drawer. She handed it to me. "Take this one, pretty basic but it has street names and names of the bigger buildings. I won't need it, I don't plan to leave here anyway." Takeing my backpack off, I pulled out the little switchblade. "I'm coming back, until then, here." I gave her the weapon. "Take that. You never know when those things are oming back." Michelle looked grateful for the means of self-defense. "You're comingback...why?"She asked, I just laughed "To make sure you're alive, I hate meeting people and haveing them killed off....even if they are teachers." I started out the door. "Be careful." Michelle called after me. "You too." I said shutting the door behind me. I decended the stairs until I reached the first floor.Outside a door labeled 'Reciptionist' was a bloody handprint. I opened it. There were bloody hand and foot prints leading up to a desk. I approached it to see an old newspaper. Dated 20 years ago, the story told of a horrific fire. " Seven year old Alessa Gillespie burned to death in her own home. The cause of the fire is unknown, but Dahlia Gillespie, the mother, had left her alone in the house. Alessa easily could have started the fire herself, there were no witnesses or proof." I read aloud to myself. "Interesting' Then, I left the school. It was still snowing and the only noise I could hear was my quiet shuffleing. "Hey!" someone called from behind me as I walked down the street. I spun around. "Bridget?" There she stood, in baggy pants and a tee-shirt, both army-camouflauge style. Her blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail. "Did you...join the army or something?" I quipped, pushing hair out of my eyes. "No, I'm going to stop mysisters. Wanna help?" Bridget looked excited about stopping them, but I avoided her question, "Did you know an Alessa Gillespie? I met Brianna, I'm guessing she's the one who was 'waiting' for me... Your sister. A Gilespie. It can't be very common in a small town like Silent Hill can it? Alessa...anther sister...a dead one maybe....Another Cultist family member?" I demanded to know. 'Cultist..where do I remember that...?' Bridget shook her head. "She was my older cousin. If she were still alive she'd be thirty-one. I don't know too much about her, only that she didn't diein that fire and she was supposed to be the mother of God. My sisters know more, I never really payed attention to mother unless it was remotely interesting." She explained. "Well, if I didn't say it already, I'm going to Holy Redeemer Hospital. Creepy, back in Philly, I was born in a Holy Redeemer hospital. Weird ,huh?" I shivered. Bridget had something in her hand, a machine gun. " If you really want to go there....fine. Just warning you, that place is creepy." She said to me. "Well, I'm going anyway. My friends are there. Or..some of them. Weter or not your coming is nobig deal to me." I shifted my weight to my right foot. Bridget smirked. "Yah...fine. You go by yourself, I have other places to go." She turned and walked away. I continued my journey to Holy Redeemer. Outside were three dog-like things. Their skin was missing. If you got a textbook that shows you what a dog looks like under its skin, it was an exact replica of what I had to get past to get in the hospital doors. It was dark in the entry hall, so i turned my flashlight on. That hospital smell filled my head On the right of me was a reception desk. Atop the main desk was a stack of files and a coffee mug. I looked at th sign in sheet. Names were written in red. 'R.Murphy, Q.Black, F.Stein, B.Gillespie, J.Kole, K.Szyboyski, , S.Parris' My eyes grew wide at seeing the last name on the list. My name...how did it get there? The list also had Karen and Jenna's names, but in their handwriting. On the nearby wall was a map of the hopital. Surprised that Jenna didn't take it, I took it. Along with the red pen on the desk. I went through the only door. Faced with a long hallway, I checked the map I had just pulled it out when a thumping noise camefrom behind one of the doors. On the map, the room was identified as A8. Slowly I approached the banging door.I opened it and stepped back quickly. There, on the floor, was a boy with bushy hair and buck teeth. He appeared to be in a straight jacket. "Ummmmmmmmmm......Hi?" I said stareing down at him. The boy rolle over and yelled "I'm a SQUIRRELL!" A8 was a padded room. "Okaaay...do you have a name...or is it squirrell?" Squirrell was still laying on the floor. "Rick, but you can call me squirrell.Are you here to help me get the acorns from behind the walls?" I slowly shook my head. "Do you need help getting back into your room? I need to leave soon...I'll help you if you need it...I guess." He nodded, so I helped him up and back into his room. 'That symbol' The big symbol with the six colored circles was painted on the wall. I stard at it, head pounding. After a minute, I blinked and looked away. "Did you-paint that?" I asked Rick. He was busy banging his shouder against the wall. "NO! NOW GO AWAY!" Rick yelled at me. 'He knows something.'