Silent Hill
Dark Ascension
-Prologue-
-Nightmare-
The sweat poured from Jacob's forehead as he ran down hallway after hallway. Twice he had slipped and fell from the grime that covered the floors, his clothes tattered, and his hands covered in black muck and dried blood. Jacob frantically tried to find the way out of the accursed place, only to be met with numerous dead ends. Each door he had passed was either barred with metal or wood. Leaning against the wall, Jacob tried to gain his bearings. This had been his home, no, it was his home except it was obviously different. The place he had called home did not have blood- covered walls and floors littered with rusted bed frames, bloody sheets and mattresses.
Jacob began to wipe his sweaty and dirty forehead with his sleeve, but immediately froze when he heard the sound he had dreaded. It was a dull, sharp and slow scraping sound. As hard and fast as Jacob ran his pursuer always seem to be several feet away from him, even as he heard the slow steps of the creature behind him. The metal scarping filled his ears, sending Jacob's bones to shake and his teeth clench together.
In a fit of panic, Jacob moved away from the wall and picked up anything he could find near him. Bloody pillows, broken bottles, a young child's whiffle ball flew from Jacob's hand towards the shadowed end of the hall. The whiffle ball Jacob threw traveled high in the air, striking one of the ceiling lamps, cause light to sway in different directions. As the light in the hallway shifted, Jacob now had gotten the chance to see his pursuer. The figure was as tall and built as a grown man, wearing a butcher's apron covered with dark, messy patches of undeterminable origin while it's face was covered by a large crimson pyramid-shaped helmet. The light in the hallway continued to sway and revealed the source of the scraping noise as the figure was dragging with it a six-foot long object resembling a rusty knife.
As Jacob staggered backward from the sight in front of him, his foot landed on an uneven corner of bent bed frame, causing him to fall flat on his back, banging his head hard against the ground. His vision blurred as he saw Pyramid Head slowly move in front of him. Jacob struggled to get to his feet, but his ears were suddenly flooded with an excruciatingly loud wailing of sirens. He tried to cover his ears but found his body paralyzed. Screaming was all Jacob could do as Pyramid Head began to lift his great knife over Jacob's body. As the wailing sirens grew louder, rising and falling in pitch, Jacob screamed and cried as the edge of the great knife began to fall towards his head.
Jacob sat up in his bed with a powerful jolt, his face covered with sweat and his shirt damp. Breathing heavily and crying softly, Jacob's eyes moved to every corner of his bedroom. Everything was in its place, the walls were pale and clean, the early morning sky visible through the window. He leaned his back to the wall next to his bed, wiping his eyes. There was a soft knocking at the door before it opened. A Sister peered her head through the opening, talking in a soft sweet voice.
"Jacob? Are you alright?"
Sniffling, Jacob replied softly, "I'm fine, Sister."
Stepping into the room, the Sister continued to speak with him.
"Was it another nightmare, Jacob?"
"Yes," Jacob sighed. "Just another nightmare."
The Sister tilted her head, her eyes showing signs of concern.
"Do you need anything?" The Sister asked. "Would you like me to take you to the medical room?"
"No, Sister. I will be fine." Jacob said. "It was just a nightmare. I will be just fine."
The Sister stepped out of Jacob's room, shutting the door softly behind him. Jacob dropped his head onto his soft pillow, his body trembling from the dampness of his nightclothes. Covering up with his heavy blanket, Jacob stared out the window. The dark sky was slowly turning into a light purple, signaling the eventual arrival of morning.
"They are just nightmares," Jacob said to himself as he drifted into a soft slumber.
Dark Ascension
-Prologue-
-Nightmare-
The sweat poured from Jacob's forehead as he ran down hallway after hallway. Twice he had slipped and fell from the grime that covered the floors, his clothes tattered, and his hands covered in black muck and dried blood. Jacob frantically tried to find the way out of the accursed place, only to be met with numerous dead ends. Each door he had passed was either barred with metal or wood. Leaning against the wall, Jacob tried to gain his bearings. This had been his home, no, it was his home except it was obviously different. The place he had called home did not have blood- covered walls and floors littered with rusted bed frames, bloody sheets and mattresses.
Jacob began to wipe his sweaty and dirty forehead with his sleeve, but immediately froze when he heard the sound he had dreaded. It was a dull, sharp and slow scraping sound. As hard and fast as Jacob ran his pursuer always seem to be several feet away from him, even as he heard the slow steps of the creature behind him. The metal scarping filled his ears, sending Jacob's bones to shake and his teeth clench together.
In a fit of panic, Jacob moved away from the wall and picked up anything he could find near him. Bloody pillows, broken bottles, a young child's whiffle ball flew from Jacob's hand towards the shadowed end of the hall. The whiffle ball Jacob threw traveled high in the air, striking one of the ceiling lamps, cause light to sway in different directions. As the light in the hallway shifted, Jacob now had gotten the chance to see his pursuer. The figure was as tall and built as a grown man, wearing a butcher's apron covered with dark, messy patches of undeterminable origin while it's face was covered by a large crimson pyramid-shaped helmet. The light in the hallway continued to sway and revealed the source of the scraping noise as the figure was dragging with it a six-foot long object resembling a rusty knife.
As Jacob staggered backward from the sight in front of him, his foot landed on an uneven corner of bent bed frame, causing him to fall flat on his back, banging his head hard against the ground. His vision blurred as he saw Pyramid Head slowly move in front of him. Jacob struggled to get to his feet, but his ears were suddenly flooded with an excruciatingly loud wailing of sirens. He tried to cover his ears but found his body paralyzed. Screaming was all Jacob could do as Pyramid Head began to lift his great knife over Jacob's body. As the wailing sirens grew louder, rising and falling in pitch, Jacob screamed and cried as the edge of the great knife began to fall towards his head.
Jacob sat up in his bed with a powerful jolt, his face covered with sweat and his shirt damp. Breathing heavily and crying softly, Jacob's eyes moved to every corner of his bedroom. Everything was in its place, the walls were pale and clean, the early morning sky visible through the window. He leaned his back to the wall next to his bed, wiping his eyes. There was a soft knocking at the door before it opened. A Sister peered her head through the opening, talking in a soft sweet voice.
"Jacob? Are you alright?"
Sniffling, Jacob replied softly, "I'm fine, Sister."
Stepping into the room, the Sister continued to speak with him.
"Was it another nightmare, Jacob?"
"Yes," Jacob sighed. "Just another nightmare."
The Sister tilted her head, her eyes showing signs of concern.
"Do you need anything?" The Sister asked. "Would you like me to take you to the medical room?"
"No, Sister. I will be fine." Jacob said. "It was just a nightmare. I will be just fine."
The Sister stepped out of Jacob's room, shutting the door softly behind him. Jacob dropped his head onto his soft pillow, his body trembling from the dampness of his nightclothes. Covering up with his heavy blanket, Jacob stared out the window. The dark sky was slowly turning into a light purple, signaling the eventual arrival of morning.
"They are just nightmares," Jacob said to himself as he drifted into a soft slumber.