Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill 4: The Room, or any of it's characters. Alas, that privilege belongs to good old Konami. Though sometimes I wonder the need for these things. Quite frankly, I think the chances of being sued for not having a disclaimer at the top of each chapter is rather low. Unless the next Silent Hill game sells around five copies and Konami are forced to make ends meet by sueing random Fan Fiction writers. Anyway... hope you enjoy.

Henry's adventures through the big hole in his bathroom wall

Part 1 - This place is just falling apart

Henry suddenly woke up, and found himself sitting on his bed. He had just had a most peculiar dream. He had been at the Miss Universe pagaent, wearing a pink tutu and a tiara. That dream... he been dreaming it every night for a long time now. He had puzzled over what it meant again and again, but it was all a blur. He put it to the back of his mind for now. There was only one thought on his mind.

"Damn, I'm hungry."

He reached over for the small telephone sitting on his bedside table, frantically dialed a number and held the receiver to his ear.

"Hello, is that Toni's Pizza Parlour?"

No reply. Henry put the phone down with a sigh. He'd just have to whip up something with whatever was left in the kitchen. He got up and started walking towards the door, when suddenly the phone began to ring. Henry quickly turned round and picked up the receiver again.

"About bloody time. Yes, I'd like a large pepperoni pizza with--"

"Help... me..."

The voice was that of a woman. She sounded slightly constipated. It most certainly wasn't Toni from the Pizza Parlour. Maybe he'd hired some additional staff. Henry was about to tell her to go to the pharmacy for some digestive medicine when the phone started beeping. She had hung up. As he lowered the phone he noticed that the cord was cut. Typical. This place was just falling apart. He walked into the living room, immediately noticing the present state of the front door.

"Oh, God. I'd forgotten about that."

Somehow Henry had managed to forget the small fact that he had been locked in his Apartment for the past five days, when a set of heavy chains had miraculously appeared overnight accompanied with a message written in a red substance that read 'Do not go out! Walter.'

It was a good thing he had had no joy with the Pizza Parlour, they wouldn't have been able to get it through the door. Unless they slid the pizza through the gap underneath, like those funny orange bits of paper that had started appearing. He had received the first one on the second day of his confinement.

It read: "got milk?"

After rushing to check his refrigerator, Henry confirmed that he did indeed have milk, of the chocolate variety in fact. What he was supposed to do with this fact he had no idea, and concluded it was some bizzare marketing ploy. On the third day, another orange message appeared.

It read: "All your base are belong to us."

Henry didn't know what this meant, but it frightened him.

On the fourth day, he found another message lying at the bottom of his door.

It was an envelope, containing a coupon for a free rental at Blockbuster Video.

Anyway, whoever this 'Walter' was, Henry was really quite thankful for him taking the liberty of locking off his home from the rest of civilization, at least at first. It meant that he didn't have to go to work. Henry was a photogropher for 'The Ashfield Tabloid' a crappy local newspaper, but being the sexy beast that he was he thought he was surely made for bigger things. Like modelling. Or being a porn star.

He had spent the past five days watching soap operas on television, writing poetry, spying on Eileen (she still hadn't noticed, the silly cow), and making and eating pancakes. But now the television had spontaniously combusted, he was all out of inspiration, Eileen was definetely not going to take her clothes off, and he had used up all of the pancake making reagents. He couldn't run from the truth any longer. He would have to somehow get out of the apartment, or die of boredom and/or starvation.

By a stunning coincedence, just as he had thought this thought, there was a very loud sound of collapsing rubble that came from Henry's bathroom. It sounded like the place was falling apart again. Literally. He ran to the room in question to investigate, and found a rather large hole in his bathroom wall. Upon further examination it wasn't just a hole, it led out to a huge tunnel that Henry couldn't see the end of.

'Fucking hell. When Sunderland finds out about this I'm in deep shit,' exclaimed Henry.

Realising that this tunnel might prove to be an exit from this hellhole, Henry began to clamber inside it, feeling rather silly as he did so. He crawled and crawled up the tunnel, which seemed to him to stretch for miles. There was a very bright light at the bottom, and it reminded Henry of that bit in The Ring with the well. After a bit more crawling, everything went white.

If Henry had a little dog called Toto, he would probably say something about not being in Kansas anymore.