(Disclaimer-No, I don't own Silent Hill or any of the characters used below. They are the property of Konami.)

Author's Note: Erm...I hope I'm not posting these too fast. I just...can't....stop!!! It's just too much fun. And what's going to happen to our dear Henry? What's in the superintendent's box??? Oh, by the way, I found out that his name is like...Sunderland something. At least I think...but if anyone knows anything about the superintendent's name, please tell me.

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Chapter 3

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"...One hundred...and...three...stairs..." Henry huffed. He was now lying at the base of his apartment door, exhausted from carrying the tree all the way up the stairs. Or rather, dragging it up the stairs. Plastic Christmas tress really were heavier than he had first suspected.

Gathering up his energy, he managed to pull the front part of his body up just far enough to reach the handle. As he was just about to turn the doorknob, he heard footsteps from within the room. Then he heard Eileen's voice.

"Is Henry back yet? We need to get the tree up so we can decorate it."

All of a sudden, the door came flying out of nowhere and hit Henry right smack dab in the middle of his forehead.

"Ow....." He moaned, falling back down onto the floor.

"What the hell are you doing, Henry? Bring the tree in already!" She turned back around in a huff and walked back into the apartment. Henry had a strange feeling this was some kind of payback for letting all those monsters in the hospital beat her up. Actually, now that he thought about it, she had been looking kind of bloody and bruised towards the end of everything...

He shrugged and stood up, gently feeling the bruise that was starting to swell on his forehead. He'd have to put some kind of bandage on it or something...So he grabbed the end of the tree's stump and dragged it inside, setting it in the far left corner by the window. Then he turned toward Eileen. "Is it...okay to put the tree here?" he decided it was better to ask her rather than suffer the consequences later.

Eileen, who was preparing some kind of 'holiday dish', turned to look at him from the oven. "Yeah, sure. That looks great." Then she turned her attention back to the stove and started humming 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer'. It seemed her bad mood was over, and the holiday spirit was starting to infect her. Poor soul.

"Hey, what happened to the Superintendent?" Henry asked after he finished setting up the tree.

Eileen shrugged and continued her work at the stove.

"Gee, thanks Eileen." Henry said, rolling his eyes. Then he went down the back hallway and looked into his room. The Superintendent wasn't in there...so next was he bathroom. Henry knocked on the door, but there was no reply. So he slowly turned the doorknob and peeped inside the bathroom.

"What...the hell?" He asked, looking inside. There was the Superintendent lying in the tub, stroking his little red box. "What are you doing in my bathtub?" Henry asked with quiet fury.

"The bathtub?" The Superintendent asked looking down. "Aha! Why so it is! How silly of me!" He looked sheepishly back up at Henry.

.................."So, are you going to get out of there, or what?" Henry pretty much yelled.

"Out of the...bathtub? Of course. If you turn around. I'm a bit...embarrassed, you know."

"But you're still dressed! What difference does it make??" Henry yelled some more.

But the Super just pointed to the door, looking at Henry with an accusing look. Reluctantly Henry turned around and shut the door. But instead of leaving completely, he waited a few seconds, then flung the door open again. "HA!"

The Super was just about to step out of the tub, when Henry burst through the door. "You pervert!" And he threw a bar of soap which hit Henry squarely in the head. And apparently, that seemed to do the trick, because Henry quietly shut the door again and walked into the living room and making his way over to the windows.

Tiredly, he leaned his forehead against the glass and started slowly hitting his head against it. "I will not let these people get to me. I will not let these people get to me...." But the truth was, he had the awful feeling they already were.

Ding Dong!

"Henry! Someone's at the door!" Eileen shouted from the kitchen.

"Jesus Christ..."