Chapter 2
Sam walked up the stairs slowly, the ax in hand, his eyes moving from side to side to try and be more cautious or so he thought. He slowly peered over the banister at the top of the stairs. He held the ax up high above his head prepared to strike whatever might be there. As he got up to the top of the stairs, he got down low, the ax still in an offensive position ready to attack. Seeing that nothing threatening was there at the moment, he stood up slowly and looked around. He could see various rooms, but the house was very dark, and whatever color there was on the walls, he could not tell. The only thing he could tell was that the house was bright, for the simple fact that the walls appeared to be light.
He peered into several of the rooms, not seeing anything special in them. Continuing down the hall, peering into the remaining rooms, he finally came to the end of the hall, to a room where the door was closed. He looked down at the carpeting and saw an indentation that made it appear as though someone else had been there recently. He stuck one hand out, the ax dropping to his side as the other hand holding it dropped almost instantly. The reflection on the door knob barely reflected his image as he reached for it slowly, but if one looked closely they would be able to see a reflection on it. The round shape of the door knob made his image appear to be mutated, as if he had taken part in some kind of painting, and that the reflection was the masterpiece. He opened it cautiously, peeking in through the small crack of the door before opening completely.
A child's bedroom could be seen. As soon as he got a quick glance of the room, he knew immediately that it was the one from his vision. There were clowns all over the wall. Clowns weren't very intimidating to him, nor did they scare him as they did very many other people, but the darkness and the ambiguity of the situation made him extra cautious. He pushed the ax between the door and the wall and used it to open the door further. He got a clearer picture now of what the room looked like. He could see the stuffed animals and a day bed in a children's size. There was a small drawing desk, and the entire room appeared like it hadn't been used in a long, long time. However, what were most interesting about the room were the rocking chair, and the person that was in it.
"He...hello?" Sam said cautiously to the person.
The figure in the chair turned its head some, but appeared to be caught up in the attention of some kind of doll. The figure didn't look at Sam but just looked back down to the doll. Sam looked at the person curiously then approached a bit, but almost as soon as Sam took his second step, the person jumped up and leaped onto the bed away from Sam. He pulled out a knife and held it in Sam's direction. Sam froze immediately.
"St...st...stay away...don't come any closer..." The person said, still holding the knife.
He was shaking like his whole body had been struck by an earthquake and he was mirroring the effect. Sam got a better look at him. The figure before him was about Sam's height and weight, or so it appeared. He also had a striking resemblance, with some slight differences. This person had a big bush of curly, dirty-blonde hair on his head, while Sams was ear length and straight. There were also, what appeared to be, aging differences like the wrinkles on the mystery persons face. Sam looked the person over then held his ax down from a defensive position and stood back a little.
"And who might you be?" Sam said rather sweetly, trying to get the person to stand down from being defensive.
The person looked to him, still scared and holding the knife up.
"I....I'm...actually I forgot my name." The person said, tilting his head a bit.
Sam looked at him a bit strangely.
"Oh, well, I'm Sam Havershim."
"Oh...it's you..." The figure said lowering the knife and sitting back at the chair.
Sam looked to him rather strangely.
"Do I...know you?" Sam said nervously.
"Mmm....probably not. I was just saying you know. I mean, I heard that name before, that's all."
Sam looked to him and then around the room. He raised a brow, returning his gaze to the person.
"You know, there are some bad things out there. You should probably get out of this town. I'm trying to get out of here myself. There're some frightening monsters out there. If this is where you live, I would suggest leaving very soon."
The figure looked to him lazily and gave a sigh of what seemed like depression then turned away again.
"No, I'll be fine here. The monsters won't get me. They know better. I'll be ok. But you better leave. They might get you."
Sam thought for a moment to himself before turning around once more. He started to walk out, and then the figure stood up and walked a bit towards Sam. He smiled a bit at Sam.
"There's a gun in the big bedroom. You can have that. I'm not going to use it. There's also some ammo with it. Not much, but you should be able to use it better than I would. Anyway, goodbye."
Sam turned out of the room and walked down the hall to the big room he was talking about. He went through the room, looking through various drawers until he found the gun and two clips. He pulled them from the drawer and tucked the gun and clips in his pants. He then headed downstairs and looked around some. He checked the front, but decided to find a back door instead. He checked it and sure enough it was unlocked. He opened it, turned on his flashlight and started to walk out into an alleyway out behind the house. Almost immediately as soon as he had stepped in the alley, the growling began. Sam pulled out the gun and started running. He was confronted at the end of the alley by several monster dogs. They attacked, and Sam began to shoot. The bullets went flying into their bodies, blood dripping from the wounds. The smell was almost unbearable for Sam as they got closer to him, so Sam began to run.
One dog managed to scratch him in the leg, but it only made Sam limp a little. Sam kept running until he finally came to the end of the alley, the dogs still behind him. He fired behind him, hitting the legs of several of the dogs, causing them to buckle under and lay there in the alley, trying desperately to get up. Sam turned the corner and ran down what was now a street. Several other creatures started attacking, some of which looked like half-human bodies with two arm looking things coming out of the torso. One those arms were jagged teeth, and the arms chomped the teeth together, blood and flesh still imbedded between the teeth. When they slammed together, it made a noise like rusted steel grinding together. It sent a shiver down Sam's back and he ran faster, dropping the empty clip from the gun and slamming a new one into it.
He continued to fire, killing several creatures, but as many as he seemed to kill, more and more kept coming. He decided it was better to save the ammunition and instead switched to the ax. He wedged the ax deep into a creature that resembled a rather large baby like creature that walked around like a blob rolling around the ground. The ax came clean out on the back swing, like a meat cleaver slicing through hot fat. However, Sam eventually got the ax stuck in one of the creatures and was forced to leave it. He continued to run, dodging attacks from the creature till he finally reached a giant wall in the middle of the street with a door on it. He opened the door and leapt through; kicking it shut as unidentifiable body parts tried to stick themselves through. The door slammed shut, cutting off some of the flesh of some of the creatures. Various noises could be heard from behind the wall as the creatures shrieked in pain.
Sam gathered himself and looked around. He ran through his map and figured out the path he had taken since he had left the car. He marked the map up and then stood up from his crouching position. He started walking forward and came to a floral shop that appeared to have the mist in it that had been in Silent Hill from when he first arrived. He tried opening the door, but it was locked, and instead he found a small alley on the side that led to a door which he could use to enter the shop. He walked up to the door, finding that it was in fact open. He pulled it open and walked in. He was in a back storage room that, unlike the front of the store, was dark. His flashlight was still illuminating the area, but Sam wasn't sure how long it would last. He continued through the room to a heavy, metal door that led to a giant cold room for the flowers, turning his flashlight off.
Inside he saw a mist filled room with hundreds of flowers all over the room. He breathed in the wonderful smell and continued through the room, enjoying the brief moments he knew he would have to relax a little before the next weirdness that would set in for him. As he walked through, he noticed a note on a table in the room. He looked it over:
Dear Karsch,
I won't be into work today. I have to watch after my sick kid. So, because of this, I can't open up the cabinet for the weed killer and use it on the plants today, you'll have to do it. But, please, please, please...don't forget! If you do, Ms. Flatch will be sorely angered as she has brought in her plants to be taken care of daily. Those plants are very delicate and must be sprayed every 12 hours. I promise to repay you sometime, and you know I'm good for it. Come by later. We'll have dinner. Anyway, see ya later, and don't miss me too much.
Much Love,
Sherry
Sam thought to himself and then looked around. Everything in the room was covered in cold, except for one cabinet that looked like it was sealed from the cold. He walked over to it and yanked it open. Inside he found several cans of weed killer and pulled one out. He looked it over and decided it might come in handy. Taking all of the things, he walked out towards the only other door in the room that didn't lead back to the storage room. He opened the equally heavy, metal door and looked out into the next room. To his amazement, the room was not only completely empty but it was entirely filled with mist. He stepped in and tried to look for the exit, but he couldn't see a thing through the fog. He started walking to the other side of the room.
As he started walking, he began to hear some strange noises that sounded like something slithering. He squinted his eyes to see and continuing walking, bringing the gun out and pointing it into the fog. As he did, he suddenly saw what looked like a tentacle and he jumped back, but just as he leaped, another tentacle shot through the fog and wrapped around his leg, pulling him into the air. The jolt of being lifted off the ground was so fast that it caused him to drop the gun and he stiffened a bit as another tentacle wrapped around one of his arms. It began bringing him closer to something much larger, and through the fog appeared a giant plant rising from the ground. The tentacles brought him closer as something unraveled from the plant, revealing what looked like several digestive organs. Acid could be heard spitting from the organs and Sam began to squirm.
Feeling the can of spray, he pulled it out and began to spray the plant with the poison. The plant squirmed and made a dreadful noise of pain before dropping him. Sam scrambled back, searching for his gun as the plant attempted to whip him and catch him again. Finally finding the gun, he grabbed it and then began firing at the tentacles. The tentacles began to fill with holes before ripping off, green acidic plant juices spilling onto the floor. Continuing to fire, he ran up to the plant and sprayed the poison into its organs. It spit and hissed, but it was unfazed by the poison and continued to struggle to capture him again. It finally caught hold of his arm again and then his intuition kicked in.
He shot the tentacle that had a hold of him and tossed the can into the organs. Then, with a leap back, before the plant could digest the can, Sam shot it. The can exploded, sending the metal parts of the can all over the place, one even barely missing Sam. The spray in the can went all over the digestive organs of the plant and all over its tentacles and body. The plant squealed a high pitched sound that was the worst sound that Sam had ever heard. It lashed about; spitting juices all over, it's acid burning on the ground and all over its body. Finally, with one last squeal, it died, flopping to the ground and shriveling up till it was thin and dried up.
Sam lay on the ground and looked at the plant, still standing, but dead. He got up and dusted himself off. He grabbed out a bag of some jerky that he had pulled from the gas station and a bottle of water and helped himself, smiling just a bit, impressed with his actions. After he was done, he put the things away and tucked the gun into his pants. He brushed his pants off and started through the fog when all of a sudden he got hit with another vision. He fell to all four of his limbs and started to wheeze a bit as he could once again see through someone else's vision.
As this vision took him over, he could see the house he had been in before. He was taken up the stairs and then to the room where he had met the mysterious person. The door to the room was opened and he was taken through it to the figure that quickly turned around, only to be met in the face with a large lumber chopping ax. He was chopped in the face viciously by the ax, as blood and bone fragments began to splatter everywhere. Eventually, then entire vision was completely filled with the bloody mess and then all was black again. When Sam came to, he was in the front of the flower shop again, where it was now pitch black.
He sat on the ground again for some time, thinking about what he just saw. He didn't understand any of it, and was confused beyond his own control. He had just wanted to get out of the town, and that's what he knew he should do, but, there was something tugging at him to find some answers. He shook his head in disbelief at the whole situation and slowly stood up. He looked around and then he became more determined. He decided that he was going to do everything he could do to get out of the town, and that he was going to have to fight to do it. Now with more determination on his mind, he walked to the front door and opened it. What lay in front of him was a warehouse like building. He thought about his visions from before and started forward. With a slight smirk on his face, he proceeded towards it.
"Come on you bastards...bring it on..." Sam said as he walked into the darkness...
Sam walked up the stairs slowly, the ax in hand, his eyes moving from side to side to try and be more cautious or so he thought. He slowly peered over the banister at the top of the stairs. He held the ax up high above his head prepared to strike whatever might be there. As he got up to the top of the stairs, he got down low, the ax still in an offensive position ready to attack. Seeing that nothing threatening was there at the moment, he stood up slowly and looked around. He could see various rooms, but the house was very dark, and whatever color there was on the walls, he could not tell. The only thing he could tell was that the house was bright, for the simple fact that the walls appeared to be light.
He peered into several of the rooms, not seeing anything special in them. Continuing down the hall, peering into the remaining rooms, he finally came to the end of the hall, to a room where the door was closed. He looked down at the carpeting and saw an indentation that made it appear as though someone else had been there recently. He stuck one hand out, the ax dropping to his side as the other hand holding it dropped almost instantly. The reflection on the door knob barely reflected his image as he reached for it slowly, but if one looked closely they would be able to see a reflection on it. The round shape of the door knob made his image appear to be mutated, as if he had taken part in some kind of painting, and that the reflection was the masterpiece. He opened it cautiously, peeking in through the small crack of the door before opening completely.
A child's bedroom could be seen. As soon as he got a quick glance of the room, he knew immediately that it was the one from his vision. There were clowns all over the wall. Clowns weren't very intimidating to him, nor did they scare him as they did very many other people, but the darkness and the ambiguity of the situation made him extra cautious. He pushed the ax between the door and the wall and used it to open the door further. He got a clearer picture now of what the room looked like. He could see the stuffed animals and a day bed in a children's size. There was a small drawing desk, and the entire room appeared like it hadn't been used in a long, long time. However, what were most interesting about the room were the rocking chair, and the person that was in it.
"He...hello?" Sam said cautiously to the person.
The figure in the chair turned its head some, but appeared to be caught up in the attention of some kind of doll. The figure didn't look at Sam but just looked back down to the doll. Sam looked at the person curiously then approached a bit, but almost as soon as Sam took his second step, the person jumped up and leaped onto the bed away from Sam. He pulled out a knife and held it in Sam's direction. Sam froze immediately.
"St...st...stay away...don't come any closer..." The person said, still holding the knife.
He was shaking like his whole body had been struck by an earthquake and he was mirroring the effect. Sam got a better look at him. The figure before him was about Sam's height and weight, or so it appeared. He also had a striking resemblance, with some slight differences. This person had a big bush of curly, dirty-blonde hair on his head, while Sams was ear length and straight. There were also, what appeared to be, aging differences like the wrinkles on the mystery persons face. Sam looked the person over then held his ax down from a defensive position and stood back a little.
"And who might you be?" Sam said rather sweetly, trying to get the person to stand down from being defensive.
The person looked to him, still scared and holding the knife up.
"I....I'm...actually I forgot my name." The person said, tilting his head a bit.
Sam looked at him a bit strangely.
"Oh, well, I'm Sam Havershim."
"Oh...it's you..." The figure said lowering the knife and sitting back at the chair.
Sam looked to him rather strangely.
"Do I...know you?" Sam said nervously.
"Mmm....probably not. I was just saying you know. I mean, I heard that name before, that's all."
Sam looked to him and then around the room. He raised a brow, returning his gaze to the person.
"You know, there are some bad things out there. You should probably get out of this town. I'm trying to get out of here myself. There're some frightening monsters out there. If this is where you live, I would suggest leaving very soon."
The figure looked to him lazily and gave a sigh of what seemed like depression then turned away again.
"No, I'll be fine here. The monsters won't get me. They know better. I'll be ok. But you better leave. They might get you."
Sam thought for a moment to himself before turning around once more. He started to walk out, and then the figure stood up and walked a bit towards Sam. He smiled a bit at Sam.
"There's a gun in the big bedroom. You can have that. I'm not going to use it. There's also some ammo with it. Not much, but you should be able to use it better than I would. Anyway, goodbye."
Sam turned out of the room and walked down the hall to the big room he was talking about. He went through the room, looking through various drawers until he found the gun and two clips. He pulled them from the drawer and tucked the gun and clips in his pants. He then headed downstairs and looked around some. He checked the front, but decided to find a back door instead. He checked it and sure enough it was unlocked. He opened it, turned on his flashlight and started to walk out into an alleyway out behind the house. Almost immediately as soon as he had stepped in the alley, the growling began. Sam pulled out the gun and started running. He was confronted at the end of the alley by several monster dogs. They attacked, and Sam began to shoot. The bullets went flying into their bodies, blood dripping from the wounds. The smell was almost unbearable for Sam as they got closer to him, so Sam began to run.
One dog managed to scratch him in the leg, but it only made Sam limp a little. Sam kept running until he finally came to the end of the alley, the dogs still behind him. He fired behind him, hitting the legs of several of the dogs, causing them to buckle under and lay there in the alley, trying desperately to get up. Sam turned the corner and ran down what was now a street. Several other creatures started attacking, some of which looked like half-human bodies with two arm looking things coming out of the torso. One those arms were jagged teeth, and the arms chomped the teeth together, blood and flesh still imbedded between the teeth. When they slammed together, it made a noise like rusted steel grinding together. It sent a shiver down Sam's back and he ran faster, dropping the empty clip from the gun and slamming a new one into it.
He continued to fire, killing several creatures, but as many as he seemed to kill, more and more kept coming. He decided it was better to save the ammunition and instead switched to the ax. He wedged the ax deep into a creature that resembled a rather large baby like creature that walked around like a blob rolling around the ground. The ax came clean out on the back swing, like a meat cleaver slicing through hot fat. However, Sam eventually got the ax stuck in one of the creatures and was forced to leave it. He continued to run, dodging attacks from the creature till he finally reached a giant wall in the middle of the street with a door on it. He opened the door and leapt through; kicking it shut as unidentifiable body parts tried to stick themselves through. The door slammed shut, cutting off some of the flesh of some of the creatures. Various noises could be heard from behind the wall as the creatures shrieked in pain.
Sam gathered himself and looked around. He ran through his map and figured out the path he had taken since he had left the car. He marked the map up and then stood up from his crouching position. He started walking forward and came to a floral shop that appeared to have the mist in it that had been in Silent Hill from when he first arrived. He tried opening the door, but it was locked, and instead he found a small alley on the side that led to a door which he could use to enter the shop. He walked up to the door, finding that it was in fact open. He pulled it open and walked in. He was in a back storage room that, unlike the front of the store, was dark. His flashlight was still illuminating the area, but Sam wasn't sure how long it would last. He continued through the room to a heavy, metal door that led to a giant cold room for the flowers, turning his flashlight off.
Inside he saw a mist filled room with hundreds of flowers all over the room. He breathed in the wonderful smell and continued through the room, enjoying the brief moments he knew he would have to relax a little before the next weirdness that would set in for him. As he walked through, he noticed a note on a table in the room. He looked it over:
Dear Karsch,
I won't be into work today. I have to watch after my sick kid. So, because of this, I can't open up the cabinet for the weed killer and use it on the plants today, you'll have to do it. But, please, please, please...don't forget! If you do, Ms. Flatch will be sorely angered as she has brought in her plants to be taken care of daily. Those plants are very delicate and must be sprayed every 12 hours. I promise to repay you sometime, and you know I'm good for it. Come by later. We'll have dinner. Anyway, see ya later, and don't miss me too much.
Much Love,
Sherry
Sam thought to himself and then looked around. Everything in the room was covered in cold, except for one cabinet that looked like it was sealed from the cold. He walked over to it and yanked it open. Inside he found several cans of weed killer and pulled one out. He looked it over and decided it might come in handy. Taking all of the things, he walked out towards the only other door in the room that didn't lead back to the storage room. He opened the equally heavy, metal door and looked out into the next room. To his amazement, the room was not only completely empty but it was entirely filled with mist. He stepped in and tried to look for the exit, but he couldn't see a thing through the fog. He started walking to the other side of the room.
As he started walking, he began to hear some strange noises that sounded like something slithering. He squinted his eyes to see and continuing walking, bringing the gun out and pointing it into the fog. As he did, he suddenly saw what looked like a tentacle and he jumped back, but just as he leaped, another tentacle shot through the fog and wrapped around his leg, pulling him into the air. The jolt of being lifted off the ground was so fast that it caused him to drop the gun and he stiffened a bit as another tentacle wrapped around one of his arms. It began bringing him closer to something much larger, and through the fog appeared a giant plant rising from the ground. The tentacles brought him closer as something unraveled from the plant, revealing what looked like several digestive organs. Acid could be heard spitting from the organs and Sam began to squirm.
Feeling the can of spray, he pulled it out and began to spray the plant with the poison. The plant squirmed and made a dreadful noise of pain before dropping him. Sam scrambled back, searching for his gun as the plant attempted to whip him and catch him again. Finally finding the gun, he grabbed it and then began firing at the tentacles. The tentacles began to fill with holes before ripping off, green acidic plant juices spilling onto the floor. Continuing to fire, he ran up to the plant and sprayed the poison into its organs. It spit and hissed, but it was unfazed by the poison and continued to struggle to capture him again. It finally caught hold of his arm again and then his intuition kicked in.
He shot the tentacle that had a hold of him and tossed the can into the organs. Then, with a leap back, before the plant could digest the can, Sam shot it. The can exploded, sending the metal parts of the can all over the place, one even barely missing Sam. The spray in the can went all over the digestive organs of the plant and all over its tentacles and body. The plant squealed a high pitched sound that was the worst sound that Sam had ever heard. It lashed about; spitting juices all over, it's acid burning on the ground and all over its body. Finally, with one last squeal, it died, flopping to the ground and shriveling up till it was thin and dried up.
Sam lay on the ground and looked at the plant, still standing, but dead. He got up and dusted himself off. He grabbed out a bag of some jerky that he had pulled from the gas station and a bottle of water and helped himself, smiling just a bit, impressed with his actions. After he was done, he put the things away and tucked the gun into his pants. He brushed his pants off and started through the fog when all of a sudden he got hit with another vision. He fell to all four of his limbs and started to wheeze a bit as he could once again see through someone else's vision.
As this vision took him over, he could see the house he had been in before. He was taken up the stairs and then to the room where he had met the mysterious person. The door to the room was opened and he was taken through it to the figure that quickly turned around, only to be met in the face with a large lumber chopping ax. He was chopped in the face viciously by the ax, as blood and bone fragments began to splatter everywhere. Eventually, then entire vision was completely filled with the bloody mess and then all was black again. When Sam came to, he was in the front of the flower shop again, where it was now pitch black.
He sat on the ground again for some time, thinking about what he just saw. He didn't understand any of it, and was confused beyond his own control. He had just wanted to get out of the town, and that's what he knew he should do, but, there was something tugging at him to find some answers. He shook his head in disbelief at the whole situation and slowly stood up. He looked around and then he became more determined. He decided that he was going to do everything he could do to get out of the town, and that he was going to have to fight to do it. Now with more determination on his mind, he walked to the front door and opened it. What lay in front of him was a warehouse like building. He thought about his visions from before and started forward. With a slight smirk on his face, he proceeded towards it.
"Come on you bastards...bring it on..." Sam said as he walked into the darkness...