Sharon pushed her feet into the dry dirt, the heels of her shoes creating indents. She had rested on top of the of the grass, to avoid getting too dirty. Her back was pressed firmly against the trunk of a tree, resting comfortably as her mind raced throughout the imaginary worlds of a child. Her hands brushed over and over again on the thick sheet of paper, a yellow prisma pencil in her right hand, as she gave colorful life to her characters.

She was calmly relaxing against that tree, pressing pencil and paper together with plenty of pressure to make the color brighter, more vivid then normal. Her face remained normal as she envisioned herself next to that lion, petting it's silky golden fur with her hand. A fellow friend of the lion, a bear, had suddenly crawled into her mind. It purred out a hello, as it took it's place next to the overgrown cat. Sharon smiled, coming back to a harsh reality, where peace like this just didn't exist. She continued with the yellow, wishing more then imagining that with each stroke that the yellow lion could come alive.

The grass blew beside her, tickling her arm, she put the pencil down on top of the drawing, and reached over to itch her arm, yawning slightly; she was feeling as if she had just awoken from a dream. It was then she noticed her mother lingering over her, one hand on the thick brown branch above each of them, softly smiling at the world sketched out on paper that her daughter helped come to life. Sharon smiled back, halting, even more, the birth of another new creature.

"Wanna see?" It was pure child's innocence. A bragging of an object one was proud of. Her big blue eyes, rounded into an almond shaped, blinked at her mother. The smile on those lips never once left. Rose watched the wind sweep her daughter's curly chocolate brown hair against her face. The gust had brushed strands down her shoulders, each one tumbling down her light blue sweatshirt; Sharon had put it on after the sun had started to set, as it had begun to get chilly. Her legs were covered by navy blue stockings that went up and under her dark blue shirt, which had also moved with the wind. To cover her feet, Sharon had insisted on the black dress shoes.

Rose put her hands on her lap, to keep down her own dull gray skirt, as she walked closer to Sharon, nodding her head. Rose had been relaxing a bit away from her daughter, admiring the old farm that was only a few feet away; down the hill. It seemed to still be in use, but it had taken a second glance to positively agree to that.

"What are you doing there, pumpkin?" Rose asked, and then playfully gasped when she saw the picture in full view, taking a seat next to Sharon. Sharon smiled brightly, crawling into her mothers lap, holding the pencil and paper pad up for her mother to see. Rose touched each animal on the paper, as if petting them. She stopped at the lion. Next to the lion was a little girl, with colors that match Sharon's own clothing, her hand was petting the back of the golden cat.

"Wow! This is an amazing lion, did you do that all by yourself?" Rose played the curiosity in her voice as Sharon finally got comfortable. Rose's pink thin jacket rippled in the wind, while her gray tank remained still. She pressed her boots into the impressions Sharon's own feet had left. She was very pleased of her daughter, really she was, but she was so worried. With the fact that she had recently become 'ill' when she slept, it was both agonizing and terrifying to take her eyes off of her. Who knew what could happen?

Sharon giggled a yes, and her mother laughed.

"Well, I'm very proud of you," She smiled, pulling back Sharon's hair, pushing it out of her face. Rose received a reply of meows. Sharon leaned her head back, looking at her mother's; a large grin on her face. She nuzzled Rose's neck, pretending to be a cat; maybe the one she had just drew.

"Sweety, you know, sometimes when you sleep you take a little walk. And sometimes, you talk about a place. It's called Silent Hill," It was a simple question that had to be read between the lines, but simple enough. Sharon kept her head still, staring off into the distance, over he street and into the sky. Rose was thinking to herself, holding her daughter close to her, as if to hear what was going on in Sharon's head. Was she trying to reminisce of last night, and all the other nights?

"I don't remember." Came the simple answer.

"Well, that's okay. We're going on a special trip, to that place in your dreams; Silent Hill. So you can remember." Rose said, looking at Sharon's hiding eyes, which were looking away, down to her drawing. She seemed distant all of a sudden, her feet rubbing together nervously.

RING...

RING...

RING...

Rose's phone buzzed and vibrated from atop the small pencil case next to Sharon. It had shattered the quiet awkward moment and had caused Rose to jump inwardly. Sharon looked up as Rose reached over, with her right hand, and picked up the phone. She was about to answer it, until she saw the calling number, in which she hit the red, hang-up, button. The call was ended before it could even begin.

The caller was Christopher, probably wondering where both his wife and daughter were at. No. He knew where they were going, he wanted to try and cause her to reconsider, to change her mind and come home. He wanted Rose to put Sharon in the hospital, where she could actually get better. What Rose was doing was stubborn and only going to worsen the problem. That's what he thought as he held the phone in his left hand, chewing on his thumbnail, thinking. What could he possibly do to stop her.

Chris paced back and forth, cursing out loud to Rose, who wasn't even around him to hear him. His curses went unanswered and unheard.

"I know. I know what to do." Chris said, finally stopping his pacing routine. He pulled out the floppy brown computer chair and sat down. He put the phone down on the receiver, located not more then three inches from the monitor. He moved the mouse around, getting the screen saver to vanish. And his jaw dropped and his eyes grew with shock at the content that instantly popped up on the screen. The site, Ghost Towns of America, was riddled with many different towns and buildings that were abandoned, and believed to be ghost inhabited. It was only one that rattled his mind, gave him chills. It proved to him that Sharon and Rose really had gone there.

"Silent Hill… West Virginia." He repeated aloud to himself, as if it wasn't true. Robotically he clicked the picture, sending him into a different page on the site; all about the town.

"Oh Rose…" Christopher inwardly winced at the sites contents.

Rose dropped the phone back down onto Sharon's pencil case and turned her annoyed face away from Sharon's confused one.

"Daddy's not coming?" Came the concerned voice of Sharon.

"No, Daddy isn't coming. It's just going to be the two of us. Just me and you," Rose answered pressing her right hand into the ground, letting her weight rest on it, looking into those big blue eyes . They seemed sad, hurt. But those eyes soon closed as the drowsiness finally overtook them and the little girl connected to them. Sharon's head drooped and fell from Rose's shoulder down to her chest. Rose looked down at her, admiring how she could sleep after everything. She titled her head to her own shoulder and let sleep overtake her as well. Rose had only just begun to fall into a dream when the horn of a truck startled her, shaking her from the dream that was yet to come. Her heart was racing as she looked around, Sharon was still resting comfortably on Rose's chest, mouth open and breathing heavily. Sighing in relief, she let her mind run over last night, and what could've happened today.

"We better get going, come on. Let's go." Rose said, shaking Sharon awake, helping her stand up. Rose stretched as Sharon yawned and began to clean up; placing her yellow pencil back into the pencil bag. It jingled as it, and the other colors inside, bounced to the bottom of the bag. There was the sound of flipping pages and a zipping of a zipper before Sharon was at Rose's side. Rose reached down, grabbing hold of Sharon's free hand as they, together, walked down the grassy hill. Behind the tree there was that silent farm, the barn and mill standing tall against the sky. Both buildings painted a sky gray, each worn down from use over years, but both seemed to still be serviceable.

Rose opened the backseat door for Sharon, who slid her drawing items to the seat next to hers before she, herself, hopped in. Rose walked around to the drivers side as Sharon's door slammed shut. She opened the door and climbed onto the diver's seat, placing the key in the ignition, grabbing the wheel, and revved up the car. She pulled the door shut, locking every door, that the car was made of, with the touch of a single door button; the one next to the window control button. The car rolled to a stop at the quiet intersection, there wasn't a single car she had to stop for, but yet she stayed; unmoving. Rose had stopped, reading in her mind the sign on the hill where she and Sharon had rested, shrugged before quickly pulling away; on the road to Silent Hill.

The sign had said:

Corinthians 6:2-3

"Do you not know that we will judge angels?"

"Do you not know that the saints will judge the world?"

The sign itself had been shaped to form pages from a book. A book that represented the Bible. Over top of the billboard-like-sign was a poorly secured lamp that would, most likely, turn on during night.

Rose had sped away… not thinking anything of it.