Jeremy knew what to expect from the layout of the house, for surely
it could not be too drastically different than from when he lived there;
his fears instead rested on what other things might have taken residence in
such squalor. Even as he slid his key into the rusty lock and slowly pushed
the door open he felt uneasy.
The house was black, but the faint light illuminate precisely what Jeremy expected: A landing with a stairway directly in front of him and the living room to the left.
Static.
Something akin to knives scratching at sheet metal poured out of the receiver and rattled along the walls until its increasing whine testified to malevolence and was drowned out by the sound of slabs of wet meat slapping violently. Two. two things, horrible, retched things swaggered from the living room and the other down the stairs with such a volume of motion as to leave ones eyes incapable of focusing. But surely this lack of clarity was a blessing, for to see them completely might have driven him mad; for severed hands with copiously bleeding stumps had been haphazardly onto the bodies of these decidedly female figures.
Hundreds of filthy mangled hands, clapping, clawing, tangling in the long strands of greasy hair, struggling with life of their own to disembowel Jeremy, save for those hands that strangled the girls' breasts, grinded against their crotches, and gouged at their empty weeping eye sockets in effect hiding their faces. Both figures shone slickly in the faint light, covered with blood and milky fluids best unquestioned. Distracted by such foul presence, Jeremy was unprepared for their assault. Flung into the air by the beast descending the stairs was one of the severed hands, its twisting trajectory went unobserved by Jeremy until impacting with a hard thud it bowled him over and into the open door.
Jeremy cried out as his back slammed into the hard wood, and the still quivering hand sought to end his life when it twitched towards his neck and dug its blackened gnarled nails into the flesh of his neck. Panicking he reached for it and threw it away before quickly pulling himself back up with the air of the door. While grabbing for his metal pole he ground his heel into the fell hand until its pulp almost stuck him soundly to the floor.
Another hand came flying, but Jeremy moved to the side and let it fly into the door and then gave it the same treatment as the other. Then he readied his spear forward and thrust it into the creature on the stairs, piercing its weak flesh all the way through, then he set one foot against the bottom stair and vaulted the thing out the door and into the yard. For all its vile presence it was easily subdued, for its body seemed to explode in a shower of blood and hands when it collided with the pavement.
Smack.
Having left himself open was a mistake, the other monster had made its move. With some fifteen hands latched onto his clothes and limbs, Jeremy was surely caught fast as it brought its covered face close to his. Such fear ought to remain unknown to a human, but here he was brought more than to the lip of the cauldron of humanity's most lurid abominations he was thrust into its boiling waters as the hands uncovered her vacant almost beautiful face. Though torn and covered with the same fluids as the rest of the body the lips were pouty and full, and shortly pressed against his as the hands which had previously covered her face now brought his closer.
Something entered his mouth, and surely it was no tongue. Rough, and ribbed in concentric rings.
Jeremy's eyes rolled back into his head as he fought to scream, and scream, and scream until his life would pass and all the world could be left behind.
A trigger.
His fingers twitched madly now for the gun at his side, even as his mind refused to work consciously. Reflexes of primal survival brought the gun into his grip, but that could not break the hold of the beast alone.
He fired a full round. It didn't matter where it went. If it had, perhaps he wouldn't have sent a piece of lead flying into the foot, which then toppled him over once more.
The tumble separated the two, and in continuing his attempt at living through the encounter he rose, grabbed the makeshift spear, and buried it deeply into the skull of the creature. It moved still, but that was only temporary as he emptied a full round into it. With a shuddering thump, it fell lifeless, ending its parody of life. His eyes jerked fully open as his tongue felt what was still in his mouth; with a retch he spewed it outside the door, and made the decision to simply keep his eyes closed.
Feeling the mounting pressures of this hell Jeremy cracked a pathetic joke about home comings as he wiped his mouth, and then all but collapsed as he put too much weight on his now bleeding foot. The static was gone, so he decided to check just how damaged his foot was.
Cleanly missing were his middle and fourth toes. Realizing that little could be done about it now, he put his handkerchief against the bleeding socket and hoped for it to congeal as quickly as possible. Though, in this place, it seemed as if the only the will to survive mattered, as surely in any normal world his back would have been broken by the impact with the door.
With a sigh he dwelled again on what else might still be lingering in the house. With two stories he decided to examine the ground floor first, hoping perhaps to find the next link before having to bother trying to climb stairs with his foot as damaged as it was. The first floor ought to consist of the living room, which connected to a small bathroom, the under the stairway closet, the garage, and the dining room which connected to the kitchen. The upstairs held a hallway with a spare bedroom which connected to a bath which connected to his study which connects back into the hallway that ends with the master bedroom. It was a fairly sizable townhouse, but still not terribly large.
Jeremy stood up slowly and fumbled for the light switch. Flicking it on revealed a much sparser house than the one he remembered. The living room was vacant save for some bloodied aged carpet that was mostly pulled up to reveal part of a circle. The rest of the circle was apparently still under the carpet and strange symbols followed the curve of the lines, though in what language he certainly did not know. The word heretical came to mind as he stared at the markings; it was as if they had come straight out of a Hollywood flick.
"Perhaps some previous owner had taken up some sort of pagan worship," Jeremy thought as he stared. Silent Hill had a history of various religions being dominant, perhaps at one point someone who practiced one of the more esoteric religions had lived here and practiced their ceremonies in that circle. Though, try as he might, the symbol still seemed strangely unsettling, and he did not fight the urge to cover it up.
With the carpet laid back down, Jeremy took stock of his supplies, and readied himself to check the closet door for anything that might help him restock.
The house was black, but the faint light illuminate precisely what Jeremy expected: A landing with a stairway directly in front of him and the living room to the left.
Static.
Something akin to knives scratching at sheet metal poured out of the receiver and rattled along the walls until its increasing whine testified to malevolence and was drowned out by the sound of slabs of wet meat slapping violently. Two. two things, horrible, retched things swaggered from the living room and the other down the stairs with such a volume of motion as to leave ones eyes incapable of focusing. But surely this lack of clarity was a blessing, for to see them completely might have driven him mad; for severed hands with copiously bleeding stumps had been haphazardly onto the bodies of these decidedly female figures.
Hundreds of filthy mangled hands, clapping, clawing, tangling in the long strands of greasy hair, struggling with life of their own to disembowel Jeremy, save for those hands that strangled the girls' breasts, grinded against their crotches, and gouged at their empty weeping eye sockets in effect hiding their faces. Both figures shone slickly in the faint light, covered with blood and milky fluids best unquestioned. Distracted by such foul presence, Jeremy was unprepared for their assault. Flung into the air by the beast descending the stairs was one of the severed hands, its twisting trajectory went unobserved by Jeremy until impacting with a hard thud it bowled him over and into the open door.
Jeremy cried out as his back slammed into the hard wood, and the still quivering hand sought to end his life when it twitched towards his neck and dug its blackened gnarled nails into the flesh of his neck. Panicking he reached for it and threw it away before quickly pulling himself back up with the air of the door. While grabbing for his metal pole he ground his heel into the fell hand until its pulp almost stuck him soundly to the floor.
Another hand came flying, but Jeremy moved to the side and let it fly into the door and then gave it the same treatment as the other. Then he readied his spear forward and thrust it into the creature on the stairs, piercing its weak flesh all the way through, then he set one foot against the bottom stair and vaulted the thing out the door and into the yard. For all its vile presence it was easily subdued, for its body seemed to explode in a shower of blood and hands when it collided with the pavement.
Smack.
Having left himself open was a mistake, the other monster had made its move. With some fifteen hands latched onto his clothes and limbs, Jeremy was surely caught fast as it brought its covered face close to his. Such fear ought to remain unknown to a human, but here he was brought more than to the lip of the cauldron of humanity's most lurid abominations he was thrust into its boiling waters as the hands uncovered her vacant almost beautiful face. Though torn and covered with the same fluids as the rest of the body the lips were pouty and full, and shortly pressed against his as the hands which had previously covered her face now brought his closer.
Something entered his mouth, and surely it was no tongue. Rough, and ribbed in concentric rings.
Jeremy's eyes rolled back into his head as he fought to scream, and scream, and scream until his life would pass and all the world could be left behind.
A trigger.
His fingers twitched madly now for the gun at his side, even as his mind refused to work consciously. Reflexes of primal survival brought the gun into his grip, but that could not break the hold of the beast alone.
He fired a full round. It didn't matter where it went. If it had, perhaps he wouldn't have sent a piece of lead flying into the foot, which then toppled him over once more.
The tumble separated the two, and in continuing his attempt at living through the encounter he rose, grabbed the makeshift spear, and buried it deeply into the skull of the creature. It moved still, but that was only temporary as he emptied a full round into it. With a shuddering thump, it fell lifeless, ending its parody of life. His eyes jerked fully open as his tongue felt what was still in his mouth; with a retch he spewed it outside the door, and made the decision to simply keep his eyes closed.
Feeling the mounting pressures of this hell Jeremy cracked a pathetic joke about home comings as he wiped his mouth, and then all but collapsed as he put too much weight on his now bleeding foot. The static was gone, so he decided to check just how damaged his foot was.
Cleanly missing were his middle and fourth toes. Realizing that little could be done about it now, he put his handkerchief against the bleeding socket and hoped for it to congeal as quickly as possible. Though, in this place, it seemed as if the only the will to survive mattered, as surely in any normal world his back would have been broken by the impact with the door.
With a sigh he dwelled again on what else might still be lingering in the house. With two stories he decided to examine the ground floor first, hoping perhaps to find the next link before having to bother trying to climb stairs with his foot as damaged as it was. The first floor ought to consist of the living room, which connected to a small bathroom, the under the stairway closet, the garage, and the dining room which connected to the kitchen. The upstairs held a hallway with a spare bedroom which connected to a bath which connected to his study which connects back into the hallway that ends with the master bedroom. It was a fairly sizable townhouse, but still not terribly large.
Jeremy stood up slowly and fumbled for the light switch. Flicking it on revealed a much sparser house than the one he remembered. The living room was vacant save for some bloodied aged carpet that was mostly pulled up to reveal part of a circle. The rest of the circle was apparently still under the carpet and strange symbols followed the curve of the lines, though in what language he certainly did not know. The word heretical came to mind as he stared at the markings; it was as if they had come straight out of a Hollywood flick.
"Perhaps some previous owner had taken up some sort of pagan worship," Jeremy thought as he stared. Silent Hill had a history of various religions being dominant, perhaps at one point someone who practiced one of the more esoteric religions had lived here and practiced their ceremonies in that circle. Though, try as he might, the symbol still seemed strangely unsettling, and he did not fight the urge to cover it up.
With the carpet laid back down, Jeremy took stock of his supplies, and readied himself to check the closet door for anything that might help him restock.