Author's Note: Okay, for starters, I am basing the change from regular Silent Hill to Silent Hill Hell side from a theory I heard online (a plausible theory) about the changes in Silent Hill 2. Apparently, when James was at the hotel, it was run down the whole time, but the town was playing tricks on his mind and at first it looked like as he remembered it. Same thing with the hospital. This makes sense, considering SH2 was about psychological symbolism and all that, while the other ones were about the cult. That is why in this chapter, the apartments are going to look nice for Angela at first, despite how it looked run down to James. If you don't agree with the theory, well, thats okay. Another thing is the reason why Angela is facing different monsters than James is that she is never around with James long enough to see his monsters. As long as they are separate, they each have their own creatures to deal with. Only when they are together (like when Jame fought the Doorman) can they see the other's creatures. Also, there will be no SH3 references in this chapter. I have a bad habit of doing that. Okay, hoped that cleared up a few questions. On with the show.

Silent Hill 2: Founded Fears Ch. 6

Home Sweet Home

In the town that takes all, there is still a chance of salvation. Within the gloom of fog and ruined lives, there was still a glimmer of hope for those who answered the call of this rather bizarre purgatory.

A massacred marriage, a lost innocence, a drive for vengeance.

Three souls had their own calling into the town associated with nightmares in broad daylight, and while they each were completely ignorant of what fully happened to the other lost soul, they all had two things in common: their trip to salvation had taken them to the cells of the damned, although that is a story for another day, and also a chance meeting early in their ventures in the same place, although not all three met at once. This place was known as the Blue Creek Apartments.

An executioner, a bitch, and a supposed Mama were waiting there...

Angela saw that the front hallway was just as she remembered it: whitish-bluish wallpaper covered all over, with the exception of the floor, which possessed a nice, green tinted rug. The doors still had that sheen of what looked like waxed wood, on top of which were always three golden numbers screwed in to show the room number. To top it all off, there was the feeling of calm displayed by this rather serene scene.
Angela had no time to feel calm, however. She had to see Mama, and thanks to that envelope she got after her "chat" with Daddy, Angela knew which room to go to: 109.
Bracing herself for the encounter (after being chased by monsters in the street, meeting her brother once again and having a mysterious man write letters to her in the ranch, she had honestly no idea what to expect) she knocked. Silence.
"Mama. Its me. I've come to visit you," Angela cried out. No response.
"I know you're in there. Daddy was going to send a letter to you. I told him I'd take it, because I also need to talk to you about something." As expected, more silence.
Growing just a bit angry, Angela was about to pound her fist when she heard footsteps on the other side.
"Finally, now we're ge-,"
She started as she heard her radio emitting some static. Frantically, she looked around, seeing nothing. As the footsteps came closer, she finally realized that the monster was on the other side of the door, and judging by the severity of the static, it was at least twice as dangerous as a Devil. Panicking, she started trying to open other doors, seeking shelter.

Room 108

Room 107

The footsteps stopped, right at the door. Angela was now breathing hard, working at a faster pace.

Room 101

Room 102

The knobs were broken for those doors. The knob on room 109, however, was working just fine, although the thing on the other was having trouble turning it. No telling how much time that would by her, though.

Room 103

Room 104

Angela couldn't believe it. None of the rooms had any open doors. They weren't simply locked; the knobs were never working. The door to 109 was finally opening. Panicking, Angela rammed herself into the door to room 105. It opened as she stumbled in. Turning quickly, she slammed the door shut. As she stood against the door panting, she closely listened to the outside and her radio. She could hear whatever it was walking around and growling. The radio continued to blare static. Finally, for what seemed like hours, the creature was walking away, but not towards room 109. Instead, she heard it leave down the hall, and out the front door. The static stopped.
Angela was at a loss as to what to do. Whatever it was could come back inside. But, on the other hand, she didn't want to spend all her time in the current room. Taking a deep breath, and readying her bat, she walked out. There was nothing. Being cautious, she walked through the hallway back to room 109. It was closed.
"Mama! Are you okay? Mama!" No response. She tried the door one last time. It was locked. Forgetting about potential danger, she rushes into room 105, calling for help, in hopes that she could find someone. The room was empty. Searching for anything she could use, Angela spotted what looked like a drawer with 5 slots in it. It wasn't the drawer itself that interested her, however. It was the key on top. Clutching it in hopes it was for her mother's room, she read it: Room 305.
Disappointed, she sagged. Nothing seemed to be going right. Sighing, she looked around for a little more, then noticed a purse. At the very least, Angela wouldn't have to stuff her pockets with everything she found. Taking it, she placed all but her flashlight and bat in it, and put the strap over her shoulder. She walked out of the room and into the stairwell at the end of the hallway, and climbed up to the third floor. Trying the door, she found it was locked. Frustrated, she went to the second floor, hoping to find some help, although she doubted there would be any.
Angela was immediately ready to be on the attack when she saw a Devil in the middle of the hallway. Luckily, it was wandering around with its back to her. Feeling a little bold, she got into an offensive stance, preparing to strike with her bat. As she snuck behind it, however, it somehow sensed her and turned around, letting out a deafening screech. Acting on instinct, she swung her bat hard, hitting the creature's skull. It immediately went flying into the wall head first with a sickening crack. The Devil fell to the ground, twitching. Not wanting any further encounters with the rather violent demon, she finished the job by placing a heel powered kick into the things head, finishing it off, and at the same time silencing the radio. Panting, she took a look at her surroundings. From what she saw, there was a gate blocking any further progress into the hallway. The only room she could enter at the moment was room 208. Sighing at her situation, she entered inside. The room was a mess. The bed was unmade, there was broken glass everwhere from the door leading to the balcony, and nothing in the room looked like it was used in ages. Angela, having nowhere else to turn to, went out to the balcony. It came as a surprise to find that it connected to the balcony in room 209. And by coincidence, that room's window was open as well. Feeling lucky that she could get on the other side of the barrier in the hallway through the front door of 209, she crossed over and went inside. Thats when things got a little weird.
The room was clearly vacant, but she heard her radio going off. Angela readied her bat, and explored the room. After extensive searching, she couldn't find the source of the noise. But, a moment later, she did hear whispers.

"...not in...laundry..."

"...women...go to..."

"...out right now..."

Feeling a little bugged out, she just went straight for the door to try to get out. As she turned the knob, she once again cursed her luck. It was locked from the inside. At this point, Angela could have sworn she heard those voices chuckling softly before going on with their mindless banter. As she turned to leave, she saw something like a calendar sized memo stuck to the fridge in the kitchen. Curious as to what was on it, she approached and found that what was written was a poem. A rather cryptic poem:

Never cry, never sweat
it's what they want
Never lie, nothing to regret
They aren't worth it.
To find the weakness
within their barbaric brains
the use of letters and dialogue
is required for their downfall;
Advice from the language of the Gods
Who once world the Western World:
First there are five steps
to getting their attention:
attention towards them, seduction, talk, flattery, and then finally, monologue.
Next, there's only one type of
body part they love;
a pair of breasts
use these to keep them occupied.
Third and final stage
is their exploitation.
It just takes ten words to figure them out, no more.
Take these words of advice
and all 100 of them will die,
and salvation will be ours.

The poem ended there. The author's name was not present.
Angela just stood there, perplexed as to what this poem was pertaining to. Finally giving up, she left the room with the intent of going back outside of the building and to try looking for help in a police station or something. However, when she exited room 208, she heard a scream. A loud scream echoing from the stairwell. A little shaken by it, Angela took her bat and enterd the stairs.
Immediately she knew there was another invisible monster, only instead of it talking, she heard what sounded like metal scraping against the floor. Whatever was in here sounded like it was carrying a big knife or something like that. Not wanting to waste any time, she rushed up to the third floor only to find the door missing. Preparing herself, she went in. It looked like just all the other floors, except for one thing: there was blood trailing on the carpet, and by the looks of the amount, she figured that whoever screamed was unable to walk and dragged herself into one of the rooms: 305. Angela approached the door and tried to open it, but found it to be locked. Not really thinking to shout into the room to see if anyone was alright, she instead remembered the key she had and pulled it out. She unlocked the door and went in. And was terrified by what she saw.
In the kitchen area to the left of the door, she found that same bed creature, and it wasn't alone. With it were what looked like two women like creatures, but human they were not. First off, from head to foot they were wrapped in flimsy looking bandages, trailing off of them like some multi headed snake. What wasn't covered by bandages was revealed to be skinless flesh that looked like it was infected due to the many shades of grey and green mixed in with the red of their muscles. What was most horrifying, however, was their hair, which seemed to resemble Sadako's from the Ring, and their eyes, or rather the lack of them. It looked like their eyes were gouged out by scissors or something of that nature, rendering them blind. These two monsters were being beaten and strangled by the bed monster's arms that came out of the bed frame. Angela also saw what the source of the blood was; the bed monster had blood dripping from his neck as well as other parts of its body, like he suffered multiple stab wounds. When it was finished killing the Sightless (that name popped up in Angela's mind, and it seemed as good a name as any other) the Doorman ("gotta open that door" Jack's words reverbiated in her mind, and who's to say it didn't apply to this thing; it kind of looked like a door) turned his attention to her. It let out an angry grunt and slowly stalked towards her, his intent obvious: to kill her, but no before raping her. Angela, screaming and backing off, readied her bat at the same time. He finally cornered her, and having no option of escape, Angela swung hard. The bat made contact with the skull, but he didn't even flinch as he charged Angela and crushed her against the wall. As Angela was busy catching the breath that was knocked out of her, the Doorman reared up for another attack, only instead of charging her, it got up on its hind legs and showed her his underside. Angela froze like a deer caught in headlights at what she saw. It was a big, gaping, vertical mouth that threatened to bite her head off. She reached for the bat when she realized it was flung away when she got rammed. Going for her purse, she got her only other weapon: her knife. Taking it into her hands, she held it sharp point up and lunged at the Doorman. No contact was made, but that was because it inexplicably, once again, retreated in the face of that knife. Hissing at her in contempt, it left the room.
Angela was at a loss at what happened. Why would the Doorman be so afraid of this knife? Then she noticed something odd: those injuries it had were the same as Daddy's. But, it couldn't be Daddy. He was never a demon. Shaking her head, she took another look at her surroundings. There was nothing of interest at first, but then she spotted a rather interesting painting.
The setting was a field in the middle of a sunset, and in the middle of the field there was a naked man strung up by his genitalia. And all around him, there were females ranging from the age of little girls to elderly women, all smiling with looked like rejoice at the man's suffering. There was even a mother celebrating with a child in her arms. The baby was probably female as well, as it looked to be giggling. For some strange reason, Angela got a morbid sense of comfort from this picture. And she didn't feel the least guilty about it. Then she noticed something else interesting: there was a keypad underneath the picture with all the letters of the alphabet. So the portrait was a type of safe, was it? Angela, her curiousitly getting the better of her, tried out the letters.

ABCDE

That was all she got up to until the pad beeped with and invalid entry being read across the screen. So it accepted 5 letters. This reminded her of something, both the painting and the keypad...
...the poem! Somehow, she knew that the password was in the poem! Luckily, she didn't have to go back downstairs to get the memo on the fridge; somehow the writing managed to stick in her mind.
"Okay, perhaps I should take a look at the first step," she thought.

Advice from the language of the Gods

Who once ruled the Western world.

"Gods...the West...Roman Numerals!"

She was correct. The stanza was reffering to the Roman Empire, and how their numerals were similar to letters.

"Okay, now what?"

First there are five steps...

...and finally monologue.

"The letter V, which was 5."

There was the first letter.

...only one of body part they love;

a pair of breasts...

"Right, that means two I s, meaning one body part times two breasts."

The second and third letter were sucessfully found.

It just takes ten words to figure them out, no more.

"Easy. That means X."

Only one more to go.

"Wait, the poem said that was the final step."

She ran the whole poem through her head again.

...five steps...

...pair of breasts...

...ten words...

...All one hundred of them will die.

"The letter C! That stands for one hundred!"

She put in the letters VIIXC and was met with success when the portrait opened like a safe door. Looking inside, she found what she wanted. A key with the inscription room 109 on it. Taking it into her hand, she smiled in triumph, a rare occurrence for her. Putting it in her pocket, she went out of the hall and prepared to go downstairs.
Thats when something big hit her.
Getting up and rubbing her fanny, she looked at what ran into her.
The fat man was wearing a pair of brown shorts and a blue and white striped shirt. His cap looked like it belonged to a kid, and his face did as well, along with his Dennis the Menace type hair.

"Damn dog! I bet this is his fault too!"

"What?" Angela asked.

Finally noticing her and looking embaressed, he quickly composed himself and stood up.

"Nothing. Just forget what I said."

"Oh, okay."

Silence for a few seconds.

"Um...how did you survive in this place?"

"Oh, um, you know. Just running away." He started to look angry then. "Are you trying to say I'm chicken or something?" he yelled.

"Yikes! Sorry for asking. Don't worry, I'm not gonna bother you anymore," Angela responded with mock consention as she began to leave.

"Wait...I'm sorry, OK?" the fat man asked.

Angela, feeling a little better, responded, "Thats better."

"Look, I gotta run now, before that dog finds me in here. You...you be careful."

Not wanting to seem rude, Angela said the same thing back as she went into the stairwell.

The noise of the monster had changed as she went down. The scraping of metal was replaced by some sounds of slurping and moaning. It sounded an awful lot like fellatio. Disgusted at the fact that any of the creature's could make sexual activity and grateful for the fact that she couldn't see what was going on, she continued downstairs towards her Mama's room.
This was it. She made it. Angela took the key and inserted it into the door and went inside. It was just as she remembered it. The kitchen was especially clean, the room was tidy, her teddy was next to the bedroom door...

...wait a minute. She left that behind for charity. How did it get here?

She went and picked it up, and dropped it again in shock and fear. It was like a nightmare version of her teddy. It too had the blood splattered between the legs, but it was much worse than that. The Teddy's ears were torn

like when he bit down in mine

there were dark splotches all over it that resembled bruises

he wanted his way by either force or consention

its mouth was gagged with a little white cloth

he told me to shut up, never to tell anyone

and the worse part was in that leg area with the blood, there was a big gaping hole, with strings and cotton leaking from it. It looked like a

broken hymen

large deformed mouth, as though it was ripped open by

a deformed arrowhead penis

rough forceful hands.

Hand that always found their way to her sensitive spots, her...

Angela started feeling sick, near the point of vomiting. She no longer felt like the women in her late teens but like a child in diapers.

"Mama. Mama, I hurt so much," she began to cry as she stumbled around in her sickness.

"Mama, help me please," she pleaded. Mama wasn't going to come. She never wanted to help her. Feeling desperate, she went into Mama's room.

Mama wasn't there. There was only a giant mirror, a closet, a desk with a photo on it.

And a little blond haired girl sitting in the middle of the floor, happily playing with dolls.

Author's note: Whew. Another one bites the dust. Anyway, for those of you who are curious, I have indeed heard of whispers in room 209 of the apartments, but I never heard them myself. I still thought they would be nice to add anyway. Also, I also heard that the invisible monster in the prison was none other than the Doorman, which led me to believe that if the monster is powerful enough, another person can hear by themselves, but can't see it. Also, if you are wondering how Angela was able to reach the third floor, it was because it was part of the illusion she was living in, that the stairs were still there. Also, to anyone who was offended by the painting, it was supposed to be symbolic, nothing more. Anyway, the next time, I will finish the apartment off with the alternate apartments. Please review if you have any complaints, compliments, and/or constructive criticism.