Chapter 1
A cart squeaked through the open elevator doors as the opened wide. A nurse walked out of it with the cart full of medicine. She rolled it down the white-wash hall and down to several different rooms. She walked into several rooms with the cart, giving different patients their medicines. Most of the patients in the hospital were beyond repair. They were in a world that they weren't coming back from. The medicine was really just a control method for most of the patients. A great many were capable of psychotic episodes, and were in there in the first place for murder or some other obscene act that said "I'm crazy, lock me up!".
The last room at the end of the hall was the last room to be hit by the nurse. She walked in and the cart rolled up a little ways and then parked in the middle of the room. She pulled out a small cup of some colorful looking medicine from a drawer in on the cart. She walked over to a man sitting by a window. He was just staring outside at nothing in particular. His eyes were glazed, as if he had been drinking heavily, but he was constantly like this. No one really knew why he was like this. All they know is that he had been found abandoned in the sleepy little town of Silent Hill. He had been homeless, and appeared to be an orphan. When he was found, he was sitting there, nearly starved to death, devoid of emotion.
He had been found by a couple that had been traveling to Silent Hill for vacation. They had tried to help him after finding him, but he had made no effort to do much of anything. He did the basic things one does in order to survive. When they gave him food, he ate. When he needed to go to the bathroom, he did. However, the couple could not keep the child, and they eventually had to give him away. He spent time in a shelter, and even in a group home. Still no one could help bring him around, and he continued to remain in what appeared to be an emotional coma. He just sat around all day, staring. So, he was brought to a mental institution for help. He eventually came back so often, he was asked to stay at the hospital for a couple days, then a couple months, then permanently.
That was 10 years ago. Now, he still sits there, staring at the wall. Maybe he sees something, maybe he doesn't, but he continues to stare. Sometimes a smile appears on his face, but he usually frowns, looking like the same kid that couple found all those years ago...
The car chugged to a complete stop. Sam piled out of his car and went around to the front to see what the problem was. The car had just been filled with gas, so Sam was a bit puzzled. As he walked around to the front, he could see that one of the tires was flat. He kicked it some, but his personality upheld. Sam was a friendly person, usually happy, and rarely ever mad about anything. Even in this situation, he kept his composure, thinking hard about what it was he had to do. He went to the trunk and opened it up, hoping he might have a spare in there, but it was to no avail. All that was there was the tire iron used to tighten on the screws for the replacement.
What Sam had forgotten was that he had used his spare in another accident he had in which he had to use his spare. In fact, Sam forgot quite often. He forgot things if he didn't have anything to remind him of them after too long. He had no recollection of his childhood what so ever. He was an orphan and had no memory of any relatives. Instead, he had acquired a fortune from his family's name, and he used it to enjoy life. He went on vacation a number of times, exploring North America, finding hidden little towns where he could relax and enjoy himself. He was one for silence and calmness, and enjoyed nature.
Sam had been going to take a trip to Canada, and had to pass through the small town of Silent Hill, a town he also enjoyed to an extent. He had delved a bit into its history, discovering things about the cult that had been in the town and its Native American history, but what fascinated him most was its history during the Civil War. He had studied it most and discovered many things, many horrifying, yet there was something deeply fascinating about its whole history of torture and death during that time period. In fact, this part of its history could be explored at the historical society located around Toluca Lake in the midst of the town.
Unfortunately, now was one of those times when Sam didn't want to be in Silent Hill. The winter had set in, and the fog was coming, and Sam had heard much about Silent Hill's fog. In fact, just as he was sitting there, the fog had started to roll in around him. He didn't like the cold or the fog, and hoped that he would be able to get out of there as soon as possible. He pulled out the tire iron and closed the trunk, looking around as he did so. He thought to himself best he could about what he had to do and knew that he would have to find a gas station. Pulling out a map from the car, he found a map for Silent Hill and looked it over and eventually found the gas station. He started off for it, looking down the streets which were becoming ever more fogged out. He slung the tire iron across his shoulder and walked down the street some.
As he walked down the street, he began to hear some strange noises around him. He stopped in the middle of the street and had a look around, then hearing a crunching noise, he turned to an alleyway that was fogged over and darkened.
"Hello", he called out to it, yet there was no answer.
He looked at the alley strangely and then continued to walk towards the gas station. However, almost immediately as he turned back towards the gas station he fell to the ground, his head pounding with what felt like an aneurysm. He passed out briefly on the street, but in those few moments that he was passed out, he could see images. He wasn't sure what they were, but it was almost as if he were looking through someone else's eyes. The first image appeared to be a child's bedroom. The walls had clowns on them, and there was a bed with stuffed animals on it. The next image was what looked like a warehouse. He could see someone standing there, looking around with a flashlight. It was pitch black, so Sam couldn't see what the surroundings looked like, but he could make out some wooden crates and what looked like machinery. The third image was that of some kind of lobby. There was a large stair case and a banister at the top. The fourth image was that of the same warehouse but this time there was a bright light that could be seen somewhat illuminating the area.
At that point, Sam woke up. What he saw when he woke up was a near pitch blackness surrounding him, and all around him creatures lurked making noises that Sam couldn't identify. He immediately jumped up and started running for the gas station. The creatures started to chase after, a few getting to close. Sam bashed them with the tire iron, their heads and various parts of the bodies splitting, spilling some blood on his clothes. He brushed it off a bit and turned down one of the streets, still headed in the direction of the gas station. He continued to bash creatures with the iron, until the majority of them were behind him. He finally got to the gas station and immediately ran into the back of it. He barricaded himself in the storage room of the station where he could take a breather from everything that was going on. He tried to gather his thoughts but couldn't figure out at all what was going on. The visions, the monsters, the pitch black. It was all so puzzling. Sam decided it was better just to get the tire and get out of there. He searched the storage room and found a flashlight and some batteries, as well as some snacks, water, and a fire ax. Sam found a bag to put all the things in, including his tire iron, which he replaced as a weapon with the ax.
He slowly walked out to the front of the gas station where it was also completely dark. He turned the flashlight on and looked around some. He didn't find much other than the typical gas station things such as gum, snacks, drinks, and etc. He peeked around at them all, but strangely they all appeared to be old and stale and the drinks all appeared corroded, unlike the items found in the storage room. He went up to the front door and attempted to open it, only to find it locked. He started to hack at it with the ax and it eventually broke open. The door swung open and he walked out slowly. The gas station was small and there wasn't a whole lot to it. Sam walked around a bit and search for any tires he could find. However, as he began to search rather quickly, he started to hear a strong slapping sound coming nearer to him. He began to look around to try and find what the sound was coming from.
The first thing he saw was the boots that were creating the noise. Immediately after a figure stepped into his vision, clad in black trousers and a long raincoat. In the figures hands was a large ax that appeared to be for chopping lumber. The figure slowly walked towards Sam and Sam just looked at him as he came closer. Sam got into more of a defensive position and then the figure stopped. The figure raised the ax above its head, and Sam instinctively widened his eyes and bolted away from the gas station as fast as he could. The figure threw the ax towards one of the gas tanks and Sam jumped to the ground just as the ax hit the tank and caused it to explode. The explosion shook the ground, causing Sam to tremble. His eyes were still widened as tried to gather his thoughts. He turned over to his back, still clutching the fire ax.
As he rolled to his stomach, he looked on into the flames. He began to get up, still being very cautious about his situation. Just then, that same figure appeared amidst the flames and immediately started towards Sam. Sam didn't think twice and ran away from the gas station. He ran down the street and turned the corner, the sound of the boots still in his ears. He ran to an area with lots of housing and began to run up to doors and banging on them, but there was no reply. After some time, he found an open door and entered the house. Although he was a bit weary of what he was doing, he was desperate for some help. He entered the house and the image of the child's bedroom popped into his mind. He looked towards a staircase and walked to it, looking up and heading up it...
A cart squeaked through the open elevator doors as the opened wide. A nurse walked out of it with the cart full of medicine. She rolled it down the white-wash hall and down to several different rooms. She walked into several rooms with the cart, giving different patients their medicines. Most of the patients in the hospital were beyond repair. They were in a world that they weren't coming back from. The medicine was really just a control method for most of the patients. A great many were capable of psychotic episodes, and were in there in the first place for murder or some other obscene act that said "I'm crazy, lock me up!".
The last room at the end of the hall was the last room to be hit by the nurse. She walked in and the cart rolled up a little ways and then parked in the middle of the room. She pulled out a small cup of some colorful looking medicine from a drawer in on the cart. She walked over to a man sitting by a window. He was just staring outside at nothing in particular. His eyes were glazed, as if he had been drinking heavily, but he was constantly like this. No one really knew why he was like this. All they know is that he had been found abandoned in the sleepy little town of Silent Hill. He had been homeless, and appeared to be an orphan. When he was found, he was sitting there, nearly starved to death, devoid of emotion.
He had been found by a couple that had been traveling to Silent Hill for vacation. They had tried to help him after finding him, but he had made no effort to do much of anything. He did the basic things one does in order to survive. When they gave him food, he ate. When he needed to go to the bathroom, he did. However, the couple could not keep the child, and they eventually had to give him away. He spent time in a shelter, and even in a group home. Still no one could help bring him around, and he continued to remain in what appeared to be an emotional coma. He just sat around all day, staring. So, he was brought to a mental institution for help. He eventually came back so often, he was asked to stay at the hospital for a couple days, then a couple months, then permanently.
That was 10 years ago. Now, he still sits there, staring at the wall. Maybe he sees something, maybe he doesn't, but he continues to stare. Sometimes a smile appears on his face, but he usually frowns, looking like the same kid that couple found all those years ago...
The car chugged to a complete stop. Sam piled out of his car and went around to the front to see what the problem was. The car had just been filled with gas, so Sam was a bit puzzled. As he walked around to the front, he could see that one of the tires was flat. He kicked it some, but his personality upheld. Sam was a friendly person, usually happy, and rarely ever mad about anything. Even in this situation, he kept his composure, thinking hard about what it was he had to do. He went to the trunk and opened it up, hoping he might have a spare in there, but it was to no avail. All that was there was the tire iron used to tighten on the screws for the replacement.
What Sam had forgotten was that he had used his spare in another accident he had in which he had to use his spare. In fact, Sam forgot quite often. He forgot things if he didn't have anything to remind him of them after too long. He had no recollection of his childhood what so ever. He was an orphan and had no memory of any relatives. Instead, he had acquired a fortune from his family's name, and he used it to enjoy life. He went on vacation a number of times, exploring North America, finding hidden little towns where he could relax and enjoy himself. He was one for silence and calmness, and enjoyed nature.
Sam had been going to take a trip to Canada, and had to pass through the small town of Silent Hill, a town he also enjoyed to an extent. He had delved a bit into its history, discovering things about the cult that had been in the town and its Native American history, but what fascinated him most was its history during the Civil War. He had studied it most and discovered many things, many horrifying, yet there was something deeply fascinating about its whole history of torture and death during that time period. In fact, this part of its history could be explored at the historical society located around Toluca Lake in the midst of the town.
Unfortunately, now was one of those times when Sam didn't want to be in Silent Hill. The winter had set in, and the fog was coming, and Sam had heard much about Silent Hill's fog. In fact, just as he was sitting there, the fog had started to roll in around him. He didn't like the cold or the fog, and hoped that he would be able to get out of there as soon as possible. He pulled out the tire iron and closed the trunk, looking around as he did so. He thought to himself best he could about what he had to do and knew that he would have to find a gas station. Pulling out a map from the car, he found a map for Silent Hill and looked it over and eventually found the gas station. He started off for it, looking down the streets which were becoming ever more fogged out. He slung the tire iron across his shoulder and walked down the street some.
As he walked down the street, he began to hear some strange noises around him. He stopped in the middle of the street and had a look around, then hearing a crunching noise, he turned to an alleyway that was fogged over and darkened.
"Hello", he called out to it, yet there was no answer.
He looked at the alley strangely and then continued to walk towards the gas station. However, almost immediately as he turned back towards the gas station he fell to the ground, his head pounding with what felt like an aneurysm. He passed out briefly on the street, but in those few moments that he was passed out, he could see images. He wasn't sure what they were, but it was almost as if he were looking through someone else's eyes. The first image appeared to be a child's bedroom. The walls had clowns on them, and there was a bed with stuffed animals on it. The next image was what looked like a warehouse. He could see someone standing there, looking around with a flashlight. It was pitch black, so Sam couldn't see what the surroundings looked like, but he could make out some wooden crates and what looked like machinery. The third image was that of some kind of lobby. There was a large stair case and a banister at the top. The fourth image was that of the same warehouse but this time there was a bright light that could be seen somewhat illuminating the area.
At that point, Sam woke up. What he saw when he woke up was a near pitch blackness surrounding him, and all around him creatures lurked making noises that Sam couldn't identify. He immediately jumped up and started running for the gas station. The creatures started to chase after, a few getting to close. Sam bashed them with the tire iron, their heads and various parts of the bodies splitting, spilling some blood on his clothes. He brushed it off a bit and turned down one of the streets, still headed in the direction of the gas station. He continued to bash creatures with the iron, until the majority of them were behind him. He finally got to the gas station and immediately ran into the back of it. He barricaded himself in the storage room of the station where he could take a breather from everything that was going on. He tried to gather his thoughts but couldn't figure out at all what was going on. The visions, the monsters, the pitch black. It was all so puzzling. Sam decided it was better just to get the tire and get out of there. He searched the storage room and found a flashlight and some batteries, as well as some snacks, water, and a fire ax. Sam found a bag to put all the things in, including his tire iron, which he replaced as a weapon with the ax.
He slowly walked out to the front of the gas station where it was also completely dark. He turned the flashlight on and looked around some. He didn't find much other than the typical gas station things such as gum, snacks, drinks, and etc. He peeked around at them all, but strangely they all appeared to be old and stale and the drinks all appeared corroded, unlike the items found in the storage room. He went up to the front door and attempted to open it, only to find it locked. He started to hack at it with the ax and it eventually broke open. The door swung open and he walked out slowly. The gas station was small and there wasn't a whole lot to it. Sam walked around a bit and search for any tires he could find. However, as he began to search rather quickly, he started to hear a strong slapping sound coming nearer to him. He began to look around to try and find what the sound was coming from.
The first thing he saw was the boots that were creating the noise. Immediately after a figure stepped into his vision, clad in black trousers and a long raincoat. In the figures hands was a large ax that appeared to be for chopping lumber. The figure slowly walked towards Sam and Sam just looked at him as he came closer. Sam got into more of a defensive position and then the figure stopped. The figure raised the ax above its head, and Sam instinctively widened his eyes and bolted away from the gas station as fast as he could. The figure threw the ax towards one of the gas tanks and Sam jumped to the ground just as the ax hit the tank and caused it to explode. The explosion shook the ground, causing Sam to tremble. His eyes were still widened as tried to gather his thoughts. He turned over to his back, still clutching the fire ax.
As he rolled to his stomach, he looked on into the flames. He began to get up, still being very cautious about his situation. Just then, that same figure appeared amidst the flames and immediately started towards Sam. Sam didn't think twice and ran away from the gas station. He ran down the street and turned the corner, the sound of the boots still in his ears. He ran to an area with lots of housing and began to run up to doors and banging on them, but there was no reply. After some time, he found an open door and entered the house. Although he was a bit weary of what he was doing, he was desperate for some help. He entered the house and the image of the child's bedroom popped into his mind. He looked towards a staircase and walked to it, looking up and heading up it...