Disclaimer: For all you people who are still reading this story…I still don't own Silent Hill! I also don't own Pizza Hut, It's very yummy though! I also don't own Saw. I also don't own Life is a Highway, By Tom Cochrane!

Note: My Story is slowly coming to an end….(tear) I think there may be one or two chapters left in me till its finished….(another tear)…Also can you tell im getting ideas from Silent Hill 3 also?

As the girls entered the room Amber noticed something rather familiar about the room that they had just entered.

"Oh My God, I think we are in my house, infact this is my kitchen, but how did that door get there? There was never a door there…I think." Amber explained.

"Shows how much you know about your own house doesn't it. That door never was there, that's where your kitchen window used to be, but somehow it still looks different." Beké replied.

"That could be the paint splatter on the walls." Marie explained.

"Yeah it looks good though! You wouldn't happen to have any food in here would you?" Alia asked.

"I don't actually know, let's look through these cupboards!" Amber replied.

They looked through the cupboards and all they found was a dead mouse, a few cockroaches and……

"A payphone? Why the hell do you have a payphone in your cupboard when you should have food in here. I'm so disappointed; I just wanted a fruit-box!" Alia explained.

"I have never seen that payphone before ever in my life. I have an idea, let's try to ring someone!" Amber replied.

"What the hell are we supposed to use for money, incase you don't remember you have to pay to use the phone, hence the name payphone." Marie replied.

"I have some coins in my shoe. I put them there before we got on the plane, I didn't want some random to come up and steal them from me." Beké explained.

"I remember that! Give them to me, so we can ring someone and try to get out of here, or at least order some pizza!" Alia replied.

Alia put some coins into the payphone and dialed the number for Pizza Hut, but the phone wasn't connected.

"What? The phone isn't connected to anything. Why didn't we check that?" Alia asked.

"Dunno really. Maybe, because we were so excited to have found a phone." Amber replied.

Just as she had finished talking the phone started to ring.

"What the fuck? I thought you said the phone wasn't connected. If it's not connected why is it ringing? Amber…answer the phone" Beké demanded.

"I don't wanna answer the phone, but what if it's someone trying to help? But what if it's not? Why am I talking to myself?" Amber asked.

"Just answer the fucking phone!" Alia replied.

"Hello? Yeah it's me. What? Can you repeat that? I don't know what your talking about. Marshmallow Man? What? Never seen one before in my life. Who is this? Pyramid Head? You are not, his heads to big for the phone. Do you know him? You do? Like personally? You do? Are you related to him? You're not, you are actually him? I think you are bullshitting me. Your not? Uh-huh. I have to ask you something Mr. "Pyramid Head" do you know where we can get some food from? Hello? Hello?" Amber said into the phone, "I think he hung up on me."

"Who was it?" Beké asked.

"He said he was Pyramid Head, but I think he was bullshitting, then he said just because I didn't believe him, that he would kill me. He was asking me about the monsters that we had encountered, what a big word, and was asking if we had seen them on our journey. Pretty weird hey, oh and when I asked about food, he hung up on me, without even saying goodbye, what a wanker!" Amber explained.

"Um, Amber maybe it was him. I mean if it really was you would have just pissed him off so bad and now he wants you dead. Hey look at this." Alia said.

Alia picked up a diary that was on the bench. The name on the front couldn't be read and there were only a few pages left in it. The pages inside the diary were filled up with writing.

"Hey let me read that!" Beké said, "I haven't done anything exciting for a while, so let me read it."

"Ok you can read it, just put the spork related weapon down!" Alia replied.

"Ok, Page one, Dear diary, today I got the worst feeling ever, I know that if I tell anyone what I know that they wont believe me, and when it comes to the end, they wont be there to see it. I can't believe that this is happening, it's a nightmare." Beké read out, "That's all there is on page one. There isn't even a name, time for page two, Dear Diary, it's happening again, why did they have to pick me, I'm starting to have visions of what I have to do and it's going to be the worst thing I have ever done. There is no way that I can end this, I cant even kill myself because it's going to happen, just with someone else taking my place."

"This is really suspenseful; I wonder whose diary it is. Keep reading." Marie said.

"Page three, Dear Diary, I'm still caught up in this mess, I'm still confused about all of this, why did they pick me? Is this like the movie Saw where they pick people who have done bad things? I don't even know what I have done, it's not like I wanted to be caught up in this. The therapy sessions were supposed to be helping but, they are getting me no where. It doesn't help that….." Beké read, "It kind of trails off there, but there is one more entry in here, page four, Dear Diary, it happens within the next few days, I don't want it to, but this feeling of being possessed wont go away unless I do, well that's what they told me. The visions of bloodshed are getting worse, I know what's going to happen and I cant tell them. This is one fucked up person."

"It sure is, I want to know who it is that wrote that. Can I look at it?" Amber asked.

"No, it's in my pocket now. Lets search around the kitchen for more things that could be useful." Beké suggested.

"Ok, sounds like a good idea. Lets have a look around, you know what we need? A map and some music." Marie replied.

"Let's sing a song, something good, um what about Life Is A Highway?" Amber asked.

'Life is a highway, I want to ride it all day long…."

"Hey has anyone else noticed that when something interesting is happening we start singing? Also I found a map. And the only other place we can go in your house is through that trap door under the table" Marie explained.

"Yeah I noticed the whole singing thing also. Well maybe we should go through that trap door which has never before this appeared in my kitchen?" Amber replied.

"Ok through the trap door we go!" Beké yelled.