The first name on the list, Eileen Gavin, was nowhere to be found. The said address on the papers said it was apartment #303 of the South Ashfield Apartment buildings, the apartment itself was now owned by other people. They said they knew nothing about the previous owner and that they had conducted the deal with the building's super.
I pulled the best face I could before the woman who answered closed and locked the door, then I let the need hit me at full force. Doing my best not to collapse, I leaned on the wall and slid down slowly, trying not to worsen my ravage dizziness. I let go of the crumpled papers and dug my hand into my left pocket, searching crazily for the damn pills. Keys, no, wallet, no, dammit, no, no! I couldn't have left them at home, I couldn't have. I already feel my eyes puffing up with tears and pain before I dig into my right pocket, hoping for the very best. The sweat was already invading my forehead and rolling like a German blitzkrieg towards my teary eyes; but I found the small bottle. I felt myself make a frightened whimper before I opened the bottle like an animal and downed as many pills as I could without choking.
It takes awhile for my breath to calm back down, my heartbeat takes the longest though. The fucking pain in my chest nearly gives me a heart attack even after the pills have already gone to my stomach and head. Then again, that's what they do. Finally, I open my eyes and sigh, I was lucky nobody saw the show; I would've gotten coins thrown at me. Just another lunatic having a seizure in the middle of the hallway, nothing out of the ordinary; I barely have a chance to feel my heartbeat slow down and my head feel lighter. The stinging pain is slowly overcome by a blissful numbness coupled with the usual tingle inside the pants; a junky orgasm teases me. I stand up feeling as if I'm on top of a cloud, but I don't even look down at the carpet floor below my feet, fearing it'll turn into a sky high vista of a city and I find myself falling.
"Sir?" a young man's voice breaks my trip in the clouds and I quickly kneel down to my knees to scoop up my papers, trying to act as if I didn't just ingest a mouthful of opium pills.
"Y-Yes?" I answer back in a dumb murmur; I know how my eyes look so I do my best to not look at his. But, when I do, I see that I found what I came for. "Henry Townshend?" I ask him, swallowing right after as to not let drool escape my numbed out lips.
"What do you want?" suddenly, he goes on the offensive and moves back, threatening to close the door. I force myself to look at him in the eyes as I order my clumsy feet to move towards him; the opium is reaching its peak, instead of him my eyes see a blurred abomination. My mind races back to the children, charred and mutilated in the grinning state, innocently consumed by an unknown evil. Before I close my eyes to blink a million times, I swear I see one jumping out of Henry Townshend's open apartment window. I try not to let Townshend know I'm scared, scared enough to barely be able to control my body. "Listen, you better leave—"
"I need to talk to you about Silent Hill, Mr. Townshend" his eyes went as big as a mosquito for a second, my hand instinctively clutches my heart as it slows down to a crawl and I have to suck in air just to stand up. "I need to know what you saw in there" I speak in between deep breathes, the opium is coursing through my veins like gasoline, prickling up the pleasure and pain in every nook and cranny inside my body. I look over Townshend's shoulder and see another one of the children. Not giggling, or smiling or grinning, but whimpering.
"Silent Hill" he speaks in a whisper, but my eyes look elsewhere. The half charred face of the child screams so loudly I feel my eardrums bang against my skin; in between all this I worry of how Townshend is taking my little panic attack. "A-Are you allright?" he asks, surprisingly worried, before he sets a hand on my shoulder.
His touch comes with a flash of light that blinds me for a few seconds. When I open my weary eyes, I see hell inside Henry Townshend's apartment. The gag reflex hits when I see it, blood, gore and foul rot seeping from every inch of his walls. Dear god, the walls are alive, screaming and yelling incoherently; my knees turn to rubber when the walls come to life and twist and turn. They turn to gunk and I see a million hands trying to break through, angrily, hungrily.
Silent Hill, escape, hell, damnation, hatred, foulness, pain, horror. A hammer strikes my head and I fall to my knees, I can still feel Townshend's hand trying to shake me and help me up. Warm liquid seeps from my nostrils as I push my head up to look inside his apartment again. The bloodied and grotesque children on the floor move towards me in disgusting ways, they move as their limbs were in the wrong place and they were. Their bodies were riddled with needles and scalpels, they move with heads for legs, legs for hands and rotting stumps for the many heads each had. Bastards, fuckers, sinners, sinners, fuckers; suddenly I find myself welcome. They swarm from the walls like insects, all towards me; I'll cuddle you all, I'll help you all, I'll use what I have for you.
I close my eyes yet again and I hear a distant foghorn echo inside my ears.
To Be Continued...
