SILENT HILL- ARRIVAL
The hairs on the back of Noah's neck rasied as soon as he stepped out of the taxi, as a dense fog curled lazily around him.
There was something very wrong inherient in the air, as if something nearby smelled, actually smelled like pure evil.
"What do I owe, please?" Noah politely inquired of the cab driver, ducking his head as he retrieved his own suitcase from the backseat.
Oddly, The driver gave no answer. "Hey." Noah called, tapping the driver on the shoulder with his free hand. What was with this idiot?
Noah was certain that a town this blantently small and creepy would have cab drivers climbing over each other for a decent fare.
The driver turned quite suddenly to face Noah, his head moving in quick jerking motions as if he were trying to nod his head and shake it
at the same time. Noah was stunned into silence, as the driver simply stared at him. If you could even call it staring, seeing as how the
man had no face whatsoever. A pale, brownish patch of skin lay where a face should have been. It looked dirty, as if some local punks
had dragged him face down behind a car until his face had been completely worn off. The driver's head wouldn't stop twitching, as a strange
kind of silence filled Noah's ears. The cab's radio was going haywire with static, and a deeper, almost inaudible groaning . Red markings
began to swirl around the driver's lack of a face, forming an eerie design that ressembled a pyramid inside a circle. All around it were
writings in a language even someone as well versed as Noah had never seen before. The awful noises pressured Noah's ears more,
as the world faded into a white blanket. Suddenly Noah was standing on a deserted street, watching as the cab drove off into an unseen horizon.
The fog was so thick now he couldn't even see the road the cab had left by. "Merciful Christ, what is this place..." Noah whispered, his mind
refusing to erase what he'd just seen. "it's a trick, it must be." Noah reasoned, squinting as he surveyed his surroundings. "Some country bumpkin
trick to excite the tourists, yes it must be that." Noah spoke to himself, unable to make himself fully believe it. There was what looked like a scrap
of paper lying in the street. It was safe enough to walk out into the road and pick it up, Noah couldn't see or hear any signs of life anywhere.
As he bent down to grasp it, he saw that it was folded over several times. Unfolding it revealed a map, entitled 'Old Silent Hill'. It wasn't
very well designed, and held no details about his surroundings whatsoever. But it did point the way to a gas station about five minutes from where
he stood, if he was reading the map right . Noah began to walk, holding the map out in front of him and referring to it frequently as he went.
He faintly heard the sound of a car idling nearby, using the sound to home in on the gas station which was as he'd feared. Utterly empty.
The car parked in the lot was indeed running, but there was no owner in sight. Furthermore the car had apparentely been crashed into the
gas station, it's entire front end was inside the building. Noah entered the station and saw that the front counter had been demolished
by the large sedan. Papers and goods were everywhere, the cash register lay ajar on the floor. Bills caught by the wind flew freely from it,
and Noah took the time to pocket a few. None of this even came close to making any sense to him. If what he'd witnessed earlier was indeed a hoax,
then why the hell would the townspeople leave all this money behind? Would they not stay about to frighten him further, so that he could
go back home with crazy tales of ghosts and spooks and send more unsuspecting tourists to the town? Noah poked around the station some more,
finding nothing usefull aside from some beef jerky and a relatively safe looking health drink produced by an unknown company.
Perhaps this was all part of the hoax? The map, the deserted streets, the totalled establishments? Would they really go to such lengths to sell
people on the concept of a real life ghost town? The stories he'd read had been mostly unimpressive disapearances, strange and fatal accidents,
and several accounts of 'ghosts'. What had struck Noah as odd was that unlike most stories of this type no bodies had ever been recovered from
Silent Hill, even in the accidents said to have claimed lives. There had, in one case been smears of blood leading away from a wrecked truck.
As if the victim had inexplicably crawled away instead of waiting for help, or perhaps been dragged away. It was all very irregular, and although
still skeptical about any supernatural danger Noah was eager to find James quickly and get out of this town even quicker. He sat down on the
front end of the still running car, studying the map to plan out his next move. About a mile away was Brookhaven hospital, if James had been hurt at all
that would be the most likely place to find him. And a police station was only a couple blocks over from that, he'd go there if he couldn't find anything
out at the hospital. Noah nodded to himself, content with the plan for now. As he stood up from the car's front end, he wondered breifly why there'd
been no movement or shift in the sudden abscence of his weight on the car. Noah turned, rubbing his chin as he inspected the automobile.
His hand went promptly to his mouth, as his eyes refused to focus on anything but the car. There may very well have been an accident,
but no amount of impact or force could create what he saw in front of him. There was no hole, no point of entry where the car crashed through
the wall into the gas station. Noah shook slightly, his hand glued to his mouth as his mind desperately tried to release itself from fear's grip.
It wasn't possible, simple physics should forbid such a thing. The car actually seemed as if it were part of the wall. Noah understood now.
There were no tricks to this town, no hoaxes, no tourist traps. Something here, in this place was very wrong. Noah literally ran into the front door
of the station, cracking the glass into a spider web pattern. His hand closed around the handle, tugging at it forcefully. It wouldn't open.
Noah's mind was racing, and he was at that very moment shitting himself with fright. How could the door not open? He'd seen no lock,
no deadbolt, nothing that could keep the door shut. Had someone shut him in? Noah backed away from the door, catching a glimpse of
someone, or something walking through the thick fog. Things were suddenly way beyond Noah's control, he had to get to the hospital fast.
The logical part of him screamed that he should leave, find the closest way out of town and be on it as soon as possible. But he couldn't leave James.
That the stories about Silent Hill were true only made it more imperitive to rescue James, and proved that he must indeed need rescuing by now.
He'd left a month ago, Noah had only been here ten minutes and already the most unspeakable things were happening to him.
Against his better judgement, Noah crawled into the abandoned wreck of a car. It seemed the only possible way out of here now. His hands
gripped the seats tightly as he scrambled into the car, and into the back seat. He screamed as he kicked the rear window out, sliding himself through
and sustaining several scrapes and cuts as his legs and face brushed against the broken glass. Outside it was snowing, actually snowing in the
middle of August. As he looked frantically back for a last glimpse of the haunted gas station, he saw it was no longer there. In fact the car now seemed
imbedded in the solid brick wall that stood where the station had just been. Noah turned away briskly, fumbling around in his pocket for the map
as he ran off into the growing afternoon. He refused, utterly refused to acknowledge that the brick wall had been bleeding. But that was nothing, he realized.
Nothing compared to what he now held in his hands.
The map had been completely rewroked as if by magic, and the title now read "Wecome To Silent Hell".
The hairs on the back of Noah's neck rasied as soon as he stepped out of the taxi, as a dense fog curled lazily around him.
There was something very wrong inherient in the air, as if something nearby smelled, actually smelled like pure evil.
"What do I owe, please?" Noah politely inquired of the cab driver, ducking his head as he retrieved his own suitcase from the backseat.
Oddly, The driver gave no answer. "Hey." Noah called, tapping the driver on the shoulder with his free hand. What was with this idiot?
Noah was certain that a town this blantently small and creepy would have cab drivers climbing over each other for a decent fare.
The driver turned quite suddenly to face Noah, his head moving in quick jerking motions as if he were trying to nod his head and shake it
at the same time. Noah was stunned into silence, as the driver simply stared at him. If you could even call it staring, seeing as how the
man had no face whatsoever. A pale, brownish patch of skin lay where a face should have been. It looked dirty, as if some local punks
had dragged him face down behind a car until his face had been completely worn off. The driver's head wouldn't stop twitching, as a strange
kind of silence filled Noah's ears. The cab's radio was going haywire with static, and a deeper, almost inaudible groaning . Red markings
began to swirl around the driver's lack of a face, forming an eerie design that ressembled a pyramid inside a circle. All around it were
writings in a language even someone as well versed as Noah had never seen before. The awful noises pressured Noah's ears more,
as the world faded into a white blanket. Suddenly Noah was standing on a deserted street, watching as the cab drove off into an unseen horizon.
The fog was so thick now he couldn't even see the road the cab had left by. "Merciful Christ, what is this place..." Noah whispered, his mind
refusing to erase what he'd just seen. "it's a trick, it must be." Noah reasoned, squinting as he surveyed his surroundings. "Some country bumpkin
trick to excite the tourists, yes it must be that." Noah spoke to himself, unable to make himself fully believe it. There was what looked like a scrap
of paper lying in the street. It was safe enough to walk out into the road and pick it up, Noah couldn't see or hear any signs of life anywhere.
As he bent down to grasp it, he saw that it was folded over several times. Unfolding it revealed a map, entitled 'Old Silent Hill'. It wasn't
very well designed, and held no details about his surroundings whatsoever. But it did point the way to a gas station about five minutes from where
he stood, if he was reading the map right . Noah began to walk, holding the map out in front of him and referring to it frequently as he went.
He faintly heard the sound of a car idling nearby, using the sound to home in on the gas station which was as he'd feared. Utterly empty.
The car parked in the lot was indeed running, but there was no owner in sight. Furthermore the car had apparentely been crashed into the
gas station, it's entire front end was inside the building. Noah entered the station and saw that the front counter had been demolished
by the large sedan. Papers and goods were everywhere, the cash register lay ajar on the floor. Bills caught by the wind flew freely from it,
and Noah took the time to pocket a few. None of this even came close to making any sense to him. If what he'd witnessed earlier was indeed a hoax,
then why the hell would the townspeople leave all this money behind? Would they not stay about to frighten him further, so that he could
go back home with crazy tales of ghosts and spooks and send more unsuspecting tourists to the town? Noah poked around the station some more,
finding nothing usefull aside from some beef jerky and a relatively safe looking health drink produced by an unknown company.
Perhaps this was all part of the hoax? The map, the deserted streets, the totalled establishments? Would they really go to such lengths to sell
people on the concept of a real life ghost town? The stories he'd read had been mostly unimpressive disapearances, strange and fatal accidents,
and several accounts of 'ghosts'. What had struck Noah as odd was that unlike most stories of this type no bodies had ever been recovered from
Silent Hill, even in the accidents said to have claimed lives. There had, in one case been smears of blood leading away from a wrecked truck.
As if the victim had inexplicably crawled away instead of waiting for help, or perhaps been dragged away. It was all very irregular, and although
still skeptical about any supernatural danger Noah was eager to find James quickly and get out of this town even quicker. He sat down on the
front end of the still running car, studying the map to plan out his next move. About a mile away was Brookhaven hospital, if James had been hurt at all
that would be the most likely place to find him. And a police station was only a couple blocks over from that, he'd go there if he couldn't find anything
out at the hospital. Noah nodded to himself, content with the plan for now. As he stood up from the car's front end, he wondered breifly why there'd
been no movement or shift in the sudden abscence of his weight on the car. Noah turned, rubbing his chin as he inspected the automobile.
His hand went promptly to his mouth, as his eyes refused to focus on anything but the car. There may very well have been an accident,
but no amount of impact or force could create what he saw in front of him. There was no hole, no point of entry where the car crashed through
the wall into the gas station. Noah shook slightly, his hand glued to his mouth as his mind desperately tried to release itself from fear's grip.
It wasn't possible, simple physics should forbid such a thing. The car actually seemed as if it were part of the wall. Noah understood now.
There were no tricks to this town, no hoaxes, no tourist traps. Something here, in this place was very wrong. Noah literally ran into the front door
of the station, cracking the glass into a spider web pattern. His hand closed around the handle, tugging at it forcefully. It wouldn't open.
Noah's mind was racing, and he was at that very moment shitting himself with fright. How could the door not open? He'd seen no lock,
no deadbolt, nothing that could keep the door shut. Had someone shut him in? Noah backed away from the door, catching a glimpse of
someone, or something walking through the thick fog. Things were suddenly way beyond Noah's control, he had to get to the hospital fast.
The logical part of him screamed that he should leave, find the closest way out of town and be on it as soon as possible. But he couldn't leave James.
That the stories about Silent Hill were true only made it more imperitive to rescue James, and proved that he must indeed need rescuing by now.
He'd left a month ago, Noah had only been here ten minutes and already the most unspeakable things were happening to him.
Against his better judgement, Noah crawled into the abandoned wreck of a car. It seemed the only possible way out of here now. His hands
gripped the seats tightly as he scrambled into the car, and into the back seat. He screamed as he kicked the rear window out, sliding himself through
and sustaining several scrapes and cuts as his legs and face brushed against the broken glass. Outside it was snowing, actually snowing in the
middle of August. As he looked frantically back for a last glimpse of the haunted gas station, he saw it was no longer there. In fact the car now seemed
imbedded in the solid brick wall that stood where the station had just been. Noah turned away briskly, fumbling around in his pocket for the map
as he ran off into the growing afternoon. He refused, utterly refused to acknowledge that the brick wall had been bleeding. But that was nothing, he realized.
Nothing compared to what he now held in his hands.
The map had been completely rewroked as if by magic, and the title now read "Wecome To Silent Hell".