5.
I'm not crazy! Am I? No I cant be. That thing was gonna kill me. What if I thought it was a monster, but was really a human. NO! it tackled me, it tried to stab my head with its… IT HAD A TAIL! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? Mike walked down the street thinking a million thoughts a second, something like that doesn't exist. Or does it? Even if it did, it attacked me. What it was a human? But it attacked me. Maybe I imagined something attacking me. And I killed an innocent person. Why did my watch start working once it showed up? What the hell was with it ticking so loud and the hands spinning so fast? Why do I feel safe now? I was attacked. Maybe this is a dream. It has to be an nightmare. But why did I win that fight if it was a nightmare? Was it a fight? How could it crawl on the wall? It's scream was horrible. Why did I like the scream? Why did I feel safe after? Why do I feel safe now? If this is a nightmare, shouldn't I feel scared?
Mike continued down the street, still holding the pipe in his hand. He ignored everything in the town: The buildings, the fog, the cars on the street… everything, till he bumped into a stop sign. "oww" he said holding his shoulder. He looked around, and it took him a while to realize he was on a street with houses up and down the street through the dense fog. He had to find out if he was crazy.
"HELLO!!" he screamed as loud as he could, he needed an answer. He needed to hear a reply.
"IS ANYONE THERE?!" he screamed louder hurting his throat. He received a reply, but not what he wanted. He no longer felt safe. He didn't know why but something was wrong. He raise the pipe ready to defend himself. He started to slowly walk forward, listening for anything. He heard ticking come from his watch. He looked down and saw the hands spinning slowly, then they spun really fast as the ticking became very loud. And he heard it to his left, clacking and scrapping of claws against the cement street. Then he saw it running at him and jumping at his face, growling.
"OH FUCK!" he yelled as he dove to the side, landing on the ground and scrapping his arm. He quickly stood up and turned around to where the thing landed. It slowly walked to him and he saw it was a dog.
It looked as if it had been through a shredder. It looked as if someone tried skinning it but stopped, leaving the skin hanging on it. Its eyes where black as oil, and had no reflection to it. It had cuts all over it as if some one dragged long jagged nails all over it. It had no fur, only the skin that hung off it, and a thick liquid oozed from its cuts and peelings.
It stopped, staring and growling loud at him. And he felt it behind him. Mike jumped to the side and saw another dog land beside the first dog. It looked the same, except for a few skin peelings in different places. The first dog growled so the second dog could attack. He raised the pipe, slowly backing away. And the dogs charged. One jumped at him and he swung the pipe, cracking it in the head, sending it flying to the ground. He swung at the next dog going for his leg, and hit it in the side. It rolled away, stopped, and stood back up growling at him.
Mike backed up more, to get the other dog in his view. He saw it stand up, a chunk of its head hung from its face. The dog shook its head and the chunk fell to the ground, exposing its cracked skull and a little bit of its brain.
They ran at him again, the dog with the exposed brain jumped at him, and he ducked, the dog flying over him. The other dog jumped as well and mike swung the pipe upwards, sending it backward and back-flipping in the air. Mike ran to it and swung the pipe like a golf club into the dogs side, shattering its ribs with a loud CRACK as it started to rise to its feet. The dog was sent rolling down the street. The dog never stopped itself from rolling. Mike stood there looking at the dead dog, when he felt the other dog behind him. He turned around swinging the pipe, catching the dog in mid-flight in the head, the same spot as before. The force of the blow shattering the dogs neck, and twisting it. The dog landed on the ground a few yards away. Mike watched as the dog started to get up, the head flopping around as the dog tried to stand. The dog finally got to its feet and stood there wobbling. It raised its paw to walk, but fell down, dead.
The watch stopped ticking. the hands stopped moving, setting on 12:00. And mike felt safe.
Mike walked down the street, looking at his arm. It bleed where he landed, and scraped his arm. He poked it, the skin was tender, and it hurt. "dreams don't hurt" he said to himself "this cant be a dream. But if this isn't a dream, then its either real, or I'm crazy. But if I'm crazy, and I don't see the people that are in the town, then the police would be arresting me for swinging around a pipe, and possibly killing people. I could be in an asylum, wearing a straightjacket in a padded room, thinking all this stuff. But how do you explain the mark on my arm and why does it hurt? Maybe I was given a shot recently…"
Mike walked down the street" "but if this is real, then those "things" can kill me…" mike looked down at the pipe, "…and I'll need something better than this. I'll get my gun!" he stared to run down the street, to the crosswalk, "and if I am crazy I'll hold the gun in the air for a while shoot off a few rounds. then I will get arrested, and sent to a mental hospital to get help… if I'm not already there"
Mike ran to his apartment building a few streets down. He stood in front of the building looking though the glass doors. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. So he took his pipe, broke the glass, and walked in. he walks down the hall a bit before stopping at the elevator, and pushing the up button with the pipe. After a while the doors opened and he stepped through. He pushed the 3rd floor button, the doors closed, and the started to rise. He stepped though the doors again when they opened. He walked down the hall straight, passing the stairwell, and five doors before getting to his apartment. He stood there looking at his apartment door, and chuckled.
He remembered having to sell his parents house cause his parents didn't have life insurance. He sold the house, paying it off to the previous owner and having about 10,000 dollars left, so he got this apartment for him and Maria. He didn't have much money left so he kept his job at the video store to take care of Maria. He had just gotten enough money to move away from Silent Hill when Maria was kidnapped.
Mike sighed, unlocked the door with his key and opened it. It was the same way he left it. The couch in the middle of the room facing the small TV, had some trash and clothes around it. The bathroom door open, showing how clean the it was. The kitchen with a few dirty dishes. And Maria's door to her room. He always slept on the couch letting Maria have the only bedroom. He thought about opening it to look in there, but decided against it. He didn't want to cry. He walked over to the desk next to the TV and opened the drawer. He grabbed the gun and 3 clips, 9 bullets each. He loaded the Desert Eagle and holstered it.
He started for the door when a shadow caught his eye. It came from his sister's room. He slowly crept to the door and saw a shadow pass under the door again. He upholstered his gun and opened the door, expecting a monster in Maria's room. Nothing, the room was empty, except for the bed, the dresser, the desk in the corner with a few pictures on it, and the pictures Maria had drawn when she was still here hung on the wall. He walked in, lost in old memories, looking at the pictures.
He grabbed a picture off the desk that had the whole family before the car crash, before Maria was taken, before he lost his happiness. The picture held a family he recognized, all except one person, himself. He looked happy in the picture. They were at the amusement park, Maria held a big stuffed tiger sticking her tongue out at the camera. He was behind her giving her bunny ears with his fingers. His mom kissed his dad on the cheek. It was hard to believe he was ever that happy. Tears started to well up in his eyes, he put the picture down, closed his eyes, and turned away.
He opened his eyes to see a picture Maria made starting right at him. He had never seen that picture before, Maria had never drawn it. He walked over to it and looked at it carefully, it was a poorly drawn house, the colors not in the lines. Though the coloring was shoddy, he could make out the address clear as day. It seemed to jump out at him, as if screaming for him to see the numbers. He felt as if he needed to go there, to that house. And he knew where it was. He took the picture down and looked at it one last time before pocketing it and heading out. He didn't know why, but he felt as if Maria, or someone was telling him to go there, to that house…
I'm not crazy! Am I? No I cant be. That thing was gonna kill me. What if I thought it was a monster, but was really a human. NO! it tackled me, it tried to stab my head with its… IT HAD A TAIL! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? Mike walked down the street thinking a million thoughts a second, something like that doesn't exist. Or does it? Even if it did, it attacked me. What it was a human? But it attacked me. Maybe I imagined something attacking me. And I killed an innocent person. Why did my watch start working once it showed up? What the hell was with it ticking so loud and the hands spinning so fast? Why do I feel safe now? I was attacked. Maybe this is a dream. It has to be an nightmare. But why did I win that fight if it was a nightmare? Was it a fight? How could it crawl on the wall? It's scream was horrible. Why did I like the scream? Why did I feel safe after? Why do I feel safe now? If this is a nightmare, shouldn't I feel scared?
Mike continued down the street, still holding the pipe in his hand. He ignored everything in the town: The buildings, the fog, the cars on the street… everything, till he bumped into a stop sign. "oww" he said holding his shoulder. He looked around, and it took him a while to realize he was on a street with houses up and down the street through the dense fog. He had to find out if he was crazy.
"HELLO!!" he screamed as loud as he could, he needed an answer. He needed to hear a reply.
"IS ANYONE THERE?!" he screamed louder hurting his throat. He received a reply, but not what he wanted. He no longer felt safe. He didn't know why but something was wrong. He raise the pipe ready to defend himself. He started to slowly walk forward, listening for anything. He heard ticking come from his watch. He looked down and saw the hands spinning slowly, then they spun really fast as the ticking became very loud. And he heard it to his left, clacking and scrapping of claws against the cement street. Then he saw it running at him and jumping at his face, growling.
"OH FUCK!" he yelled as he dove to the side, landing on the ground and scrapping his arm. He quickly stood up and turned around to where the thing landed. It slowly walked to him and he saw it was a dog.
It looked as if it had been through a shredder. It looked as if someone tried skinning it but stopped, leaving the skin hanging on it. Its eyes where black as oil, and had no reflection to it. It had cuts all over it as if some one dragged long jagged nails all over it. It had no fur, only the skin that hung off it, and a thick liquid oozed from its cuts and peelings.
It stopped, staring and growling loud at him. And he felt it behind him. Mike jumped to the side and saw another dog land beside the first dog. It looked the same, except for a few skin peelings in different places. The first dog growled so the second dog could attack. He raised the pipe, slowly backing away. And the dogs charged. One jumped at him and he swung the pipe, cracking it in the head, sending it flying to the ground. He swung at the next dog going for his leg, and hit it in the side. It rolled away, stopped, and stood back up growling at him.
Mike backed up more, to get the other dog in his view. He saw it stand up, a chunk of its head hung from its face. The dog shook its head and the chunk fell to the ground, exposing its cracked skull and a little bit of its brain.
They ran at him again, the dog with the exposed brain jumped at him, and he ducked, the dog flying over him. The other dog jumped as well and mike swung the pipe upwards, sending it backward and back-flipping in the air. Mike ran to it and swung the pipe like a golf club into the dogs side, shattering its ribs with a loud CRACK as it started to rise to its feet. The dog was sent rolling down the street. The dog never stopped itself from rolling. Mike stood there looking at the dead dog, when he felt the other dog behind him. He turned around swinging the pipe, catching the dog in mid-flight in the head, the same spot as before. The force of the blow shattering the dogs neck, and twisting it. The dog landed on the ground a few yards away. Mike watched as the dog started to get up, the head flopping around as the dog tried to stand. The dog finally got to its feet and stood there wobbling. It raised its paw to walk, but fell down, dead.
The watch stopped ticking. the hands stopped moving, setting on 12:00. And mike felt safe.
Mike walked down the street, looking at his arm. It bleed where he landed, and scraped his arm. He poked it, the skin was tender, and it hurt. "dreams don't hurt" he said to himself "this cant be a dream. But if this isn't a dream, then its either real, or I'm crazy. But if I'm crazy, and I don't see the people that are in the town, then the police would be arresting me for swinging around a pipe, and possibly killing people. I could be in an asylum, wearing a straightjacket in a padded room, thinking all this stuff. But how do you explain the mark on my arm and why does it hurt? Maybe I was given a shot recently…"
Mike walked down the street" "but if this is real, then those "things" can kill me…" mike looked down at the pipe, "…and I'll need something better than this. I'll get my gun!" he stared to run down the street, to the crosswalk, "and if I am crazy I'll hold the gun in the air for a while shoot off a few rounds. then I will get arrested, and sent to a mental hospital to get help… if I'm not already there"
Mike ran to his apartment building a few streets down. He stood in front of the building looking though the glass doors. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. So he took his pipe, broke the glass, and walked in. he walks down the hall a bit before stopping at the elevator, and pushing the up button with the pipe. After a while the doors opened and he stepped through. He pushed the 3rd floor button, the doors closed, and the started to rise. He stepped though the doors again when they opened. He walked down the hall straight, passing the stairwell, and five doors before getting to his apartment. He stood there looking at his apartment door, and chuckled.
He remembered having to sell his parents house cause his parents didn't have life insurance. He sold the house, paying it off to the previous owner and having about 10,000 dollars left, so he got this apartment for him and Maria. He didn't have much money left so he kept his job at the video store to take care of Maria. He had just gotten enough money to move away from Silent Hill when Maria was kidnapped.
Mike sighed, unlocked the door with his key and opened it. It was the same way he left it. The couch in the middle of the room facing the small TV, had some trash and clothes around it. The bathroom door open, showing how clean the it was. The kitchen with a few dirty dishes. And Maria's door to her room. He always slept on the couch letting Maria have the only bedroom. He thought about opening it to look in there, but decided against it. He didn't want to cry. He walked over to the desk next to the TV and opened the drawer. He grabbed the gun and 3 clips, 9 bullets each. He loaded the Desert Eagle and holstered it.
He started for the door when a shadow caught his eye. It came from his sister's room. He slowly crept to the door and saw a shadow pass under the door again. He upholstered his gun and opened the door, expecting a monster in Maria's room. Nothing, the room was empty, except for the bed, the dresser, the desk in the corner with a few pictures on it, and the pictures Maria had drawn when she was still here hung on the wall. He walked in, lost in old memories, looking at the pictures.
He grabbed a picture off the desk that had the whole family before the car crash, before Maria was taken, before he lost his happiness. The picture held a family he recognized, all except one person, himself. He looked happy in the picture. They were at the amusement park, Maria held a big stuffed tiger sticking her tongue out at the camera. He was behind her giving her bunny ears with his fingers. His mom kissed his dad on the cheek. It was hard to believe he was ever that happy. Tears started to well up in his eyes, he put the picture down, closed his eyes, and turned away.
He opened his eyes to see a picture Maria made starting right at him. He had never seen that picture before, Maria had never drawn it. He walked over to it and looked at it carefully, it was a poorly drawn house, the colors not in the lines. Though the coloring was shoddy, he could make out the address clear as day. It seemed to jump out at him, as if screaming for him to see the numbers. He felt as if he needed to go there, to that house. And he knew where it was. He took the picture down and looked at it one last time before pocketing it and heading out. He didn't know why, but he felt as if Maria, or someone was telling him to go there, to that house…