Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Silent. Hill. 4. The Room. O. K?
Henry's adventures through the big hole in his bathroom wall
Part 3 - Jinkies!
Henry opened his eyes once more, and found himself in his bedroom, sprawled out across his bed. Well that was a frankly rubbish conclusion. Had he been asleep the whole time? Was this hole thing (chortle) just a strange fantasy he had dreamed up after watching too many cartoons? And then the phone rang again. The cordless one. Not bothering to get up, Henry stretched his arm over to the bedside table, nearly falling off the bed in the process, and held the receiver to his ear.
'Hello, Henry Townshend speaking.'
'Where did you go?'
'Uh oh.'
'Hurry! Save me!'
Cynthia sounded out of breath, panting very heavily. Had she been pleasuring someone while he had been away?
'If you need a token, there's one he--,'
Beep, beep, beep. He put the phone down again. Phooey. It looked like this was actually happening alright. On the bright side, he might still get his 'special favour' if Cynthia wasn't too pissed off about him completely abandoning her. Henry sat up, and headed for the living room. The door was still chained up tightly, but he noticed something that had changed. The table that had been next to his Eileen peeping hole had been moved out of place, covering the hole entirely. Well, we can't have that. He moved the table back into its original place, and discovered a small handgun sitting abandoned under the hole. Henry squealed with delight. So that's where he'd left it. He pocketed the handgun, and then realised with disappointment that it was out of bullets. He never had bothered to buy more after the duck shoot he had attended at the park. Oh well. Maybe he would come across a Walmart on his travels. Henry considered doing a bit of spying on Eileen, but then he remembered his priorities and decided to return to the subway to save Cynthia from peril in a very heroic fashion. He waltzed back to the bathroom and climbed through the hole once more. There was a noise that sounded very much like 'woosh'.
Henry found himself in a heap in the ladies toilet, with a stinging head. It was a similar feeling to the time when he got pissed and drank some Toilet Duck by accident. He walked towards the entrance and then very nearly shat himself because one of the cubicles was wide open and Cynthia was sitting on the toilet. Normally this situation would be extremely embarassing, but the fact that she had turned into some kind of manequin just made it weird.
'Er... Cynthia? Are you okay?'
No reply. What was he supposed to do? His parents had never taught him how to deal with delicate situations such as this. He could always take her with him, but the thought of fighting mutant dogs whilst carrying around a life-sized dummy of a large-breasted Hispanic woman he had only just met seemed impractical at the very least. Henry decided he would ditch her. But before he left, he noticed that she had a small coin clenched in her hand. Henry yoinked it off of her and examined it. It had the words 'LYNCH STREET' printed into it. Was this the 'token' she'd been going on about? Either this was some zany new currency he hadn't heard about or it let him onto the Lynch Street section of the station. How useful. He exited the bathroom (he was pleased to see that Rover and Rex were still lying in a big stamped mess on the floor) and headed into the main section of the station. He used his 'LYNCH STREET' coin at the 'LYNCH STREET' turnsyle and headed down 'LYNCH STREET'.
As Henry reached the next floor down, his head suddenly began to throb terribly. Maybe he had been at the toilet cleaner and forgotten about it. Or perhaps it had something to do with the ghost that was now slowly climbing through the nearby wall in a rather threatening manner.
'Oh, fuck.'
The ghost was that of a man. He was slightly transparent, white as a sheet (you might say that he looked like he had seen a ghost but in this case that would be retarded) and making a disturbing gurgling noise that you might associate with the elderly. He didn't look anything like Casper. Curse that deceptive television. But... wait a second. Henry knew his cartoons, and if Scooby Doo was a reliable source when it came to the paranormal then this ghost was just someone dressed up, probably the last person you would ever expect. Testing the theory, Henry stepped towards the figure and pulled hard at his face. Well, tried to. His hand went through it.
'Oh, shit.'
Curse that deceptive television. There was only one thing for it. Henry stepped back and whipped out his handgun. He began shooting at the ghost like Lara Croft on speed. Unfortunately, Henry was too stupid to apply the logic of what had just happened to the notion of shooting the ghost and the bullets went through the specter and bounced off of the wall.
The ghost had a look of angry bemusement on his face
'Urgyahaaaaaaaaa!' accused the ghost.
Henry pulled the trigger. There was a feeble click.
'Oh, fuck.' exasperated Henry.
Sorry for the ridiculous gap between this chapter and the last. Basically I did the chapter, and then a series of events which I still don't quite understand occurred and I lost it all, got pissed off, then forgot all about it for ages. >> Anyway, thanks for all the reviews so far. Much appreciated.