The usual disclaimer. As you might of guessed, I did not create "Silent Hill". Other, smarter people did - don't sue me. All you will get is my debt.

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This story is told from 2 or 3 different perspectives. sooo whoever's name is at the top, you are seeing the story from their point of view. :)

This takes place 17 years after the events in silent hill 3

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= CASSIE =

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"Ok, for real this time..."

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"Aw shit." There's nothing worse than feeling like you can puke, wanting to puke, but not being able to puke. Like, needing to sneeze, but much more disgusting. A new wave of nausea made me lean over the porcelain facility for another go.

"Ugh." Dry heaves. No fun.

This wasn't getting me anywhere. That dream, or whatever the hell it was, made me sick. And not just physically. My head felt, fuzzy.

What did I see? Did Matt see it too? What about Allyson? There where to many questions, and to put it mildly, I didn't feel like thinking about answers. I heard the bell ring to signify I was late for 2nd period. At that I finally dragged by sorry butt out of the stall. I splashed some water on my face in an effort to make me look more alert, but I just looked wet.

Poking my head out of the bathroom I saw what I feared. Empty halls. Damn, I've been late 3 times to choir already. But I could only run about 5 feet before I realized I was going to be later.

There, sitting with his hands on his propped up knees, was Matt. He didn't look much better than I felt. I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to ask him, but...

"Hey." My voice sounded weird to me.

He looked up, and didn't look happy.

"She made you see it too?"

I sat down next to him. "She?"

Matt just rolled his eyes. "Oh come on. Did you see her face? The way she ran? "

He paused, I think, waiting for my reaction. I just shrugged. "She looked as freaked as us."

He shook his head, "No, no. It was her. I've seen-"

At that Matt cut himself off, and restarted. "I just know it was her."

I looked at the ground. The kid was fuming. A little scary to be next to actually. He was so sure Allyson was the cause, but ... she was so.. Nice. Ok, well that one time I talked to her she was. But I was a pretty good judge of character.

"Are you sure," I started out, "she wasn't just asking for help?"

Matt looked up through parted brown hair. " I don't know exactly why, but, I think, I think she wants to kill me."

That took me aback just a bit.

"Why?"

He shook his head and got up. "I don't know. This creepy feeling I get around her. "

Looking down at me his face looked so determined, so angry, so...?

"Hey what happened to your eye?"

Putting a hand to it he winced. "Fight with, ... nobody important. " The way he said it, I would have bet good money he was lying. "You should get back to class. Somebody will miss you." he said walking away.

All I could do was slump. I was in a slumping mood. After talking to Matt, I needed some answers. Did Allyson make us see something? Did she want help? Dose she want to lure us somewhere? And why the hell do I have to go home?