-Chapter 2-
Thick white fog covered the streets of Silent Hill. It was as thick as a sheet and Naomi couldn't see a thing. She stretched her arm out to grasp the wispy white fog and took a step forward, trying not to trip over things on the ground. The streets were deserted and newspapers and other pieces of junk were scattered all over the road. There was no sign of life, no children playing, and no people in their cars on the way to work or to the malls. The most frightening thing was the silence. The only thing Naomi could hear was the sound of her own breath. The only other thing that moved was the thick fog, whispering its way through the street. All the houses were dark and the cars were parked along the pavement. "Hello?!" she called out. Hoping to get a response from someone.
Anyone.
No one answered.
Naomi knocked on her neighbor's door, peering into the window every few seconds to see if anyone was inside. She tried knocking again but the old woman didn't' come out. Mrs. Smith was a nice old lady who would always give Naomi some of her homemade cookies when she had made extra. Naomi remembered her as a nice woman who was kind to everyone around her. And it wasn't like her not to come to the door. Besides, she was too old to go buy groceries so she had to send her niece to do it for her. Naomi backed away from the door slowly hoping the old lady might open the door. She walked down the dark grey steps and walked over to another house and tried knocking on the door. No one answered.
She ran to another house and tried knocking then tried another. "This town is completely deserted!" She decided to give up and sat down on the porch feeling like she was the only person left in the whole world. Suddenly, a click that came from the door behind her made her heart skip a beat. She got up and turned around to look at the door. It had opened slightly. A tiny gap between the door and the door frame told Naomi that the house was pitch black. She took a tiny step towards it and stared at the brass doorknob. She felt like her heart had risen up into her throat and was pounding in it. She grasped the cold metal and gave the door a slight push.
"Hello?" The dark house looked empty except for a small table that was next to her. The only source of light came from outside. A blue tea cup that was filled with some sweet smelling syrup and a shiny gun were the only things on the table. Naomi picked up the gun and examined it. It wasn't very heavy and was fully loaded. She didn't know much about guns but her father used to collect guns and she had seen his collection back at his place in San Francisco. She guessed it was a colt python because it had a barrel that was about 6 inches. Just then, some dust fell onto Naomi's shoulder. Naomi didn't notice it but a loud crack made her take her eyes off the gun and look around. Then, the roof began to cave in. Thick splinters of wood flew all over the room and the stairs cracked like brittle twigs. The frightened girl shrieked and dove for cover under the table. The windows burst, and glass flew onto the floor. Naomi crawled out from under the table and squeezed the doorknob. She opened the door and ran out as fast as she could. She ran onto the street and turned back to see what had become of the house. The house remained in perfect condition. No windows were broken and everything was as silent as before.
Naomi ran up to the door and tried opening it again. It was locked. "But, that's not possible." Maybe I didn't enter the house at all. I must have been hallucinating. Then, she saw the gun in her hand. She gasped in shock. How could she have gotten the gun and how could the door have locked itself? She looked at the houses around her. The dark houses stood there like silent hooded monks. Naomi stuffed the gun into her bag and ran back onto the road. The street on her left led to another neighborhood while the one on her right led to the center of town. She looked around one last time and headed to the right.
Thick white fog covered the streets of Silent Hill. It was as thick as a sheet and Naomi couldn't see a thing. She stretched her arm out to grasp the wispy white fog and took a step forward, trying not to trip over things on the ground. The streets were deserted and newspapers and other pieces of junk were scattered all over the road. There was no sign of life, no children playing, and no people in their cars on the way to work or to the malls. The most frightening thing was the silence. The only thing Naomi could hear was the sound of her own breath. The only other thing that moved was the thick fog, whispering its way through the street. All the houses were dark and the cars were parked along the pavement. "Hello?!" she called out. Hoping to get a response from someone.
Anyone.
No one answered.
Naomi knocked on her neighbor's door, peering into the window every few seconds to see if anyone was inside. She tried knocking again but the old woman didn't' come out. Mrs. Smith was a nice old lady who would always give Naomi some of her homemade cookies when she had made extra. Naomi remembered her as a nice woman who was kind to everyone around her. And it wasn't like her not to come to the door. Besides, she was too old to go buy groceries so she had to send her niece to do it for her. Naomi backed away from the door slowly hoping the old lady might open the door. She walked down the dark grey steps and walked over to another house and tried knocking on the door. No one answered.
She ran to another house and tried knocking then tried another. "This town is completely deserted!" She decided to give up and sat down on the porch feeling like she was the only person left in the whole world. Suddenly, a click that came from the door behind her made her heart skip a beat. She got up and turned around to look at the door. It had opened slightly. A tiny gap between the door and the door frame told Naomi that the house was pitch black. She took a tiny step towards it and stared at the brass doorknob. She felt like her heart had risen up into her throat and was pounding in it. She grasped the cold metal and gave the door a slight push.
"Hello?" The dark house looked empty except for a small table that was next to her. The only source of light came from outside. A blue tea cup that was filled with some sweet smelling syrup and a shiny gun were the only things on the table. Naomi picked up the gun and examined it. It wasn't very heavy and was fully loaded. She didn't know much about guns but her father used to collect guns and she had seen his collection back at his place in San Francisco. She guessed it was a colt python because it had a barrel that was about 6 inches. Just then, some dust fell onto Naomi's shoulder. Naomi didn't notice it but a loud crack made her take her eyes off the gun and look around. Then, the roof began to cave in. Thick splinters of wood flew all over the room and the stairs cracked like brittle twigs. The frightened girl shrieked and dove for cover under the table. The windows burst, and glass flew onto the floor. Naomi crawled out from under the table and squeezed the doorknob. She opened the door and ran out as fast as she could. She ran onto the street and turned back to see what had become of the house. The house remained in perfect condition. No windows were broken and everything was as silent as before.
Naomi ran up to the door and tried opening it again. It was locked. "But, that's not possible." Maybe I didn't enter the house at all. I must have been hallucinating. Then, she saw the gun in her hand. She gasped in shock. How could she have gotten the gun and how could the door have locked itself? She looked at the houses around her. The dark houses stood there like silent hooded monks. Naomi stuffed the gun into her bag and ran back onto the road. The street on her left led to another neighborhood while the one on her right led to the center of town. She looked around one last time and headed to the right.