One Week Ago. South Ashfield.
"Detective Fencen, it was just a run of the mill suicide! Jesus, the suicide note even had his fucking handwriting! Do you need more information or do I have to suspend you before you go on a rampant crusade?" it didn't sit well with. "Well!" but I couldn't rick losing my job because of my gut.
"No, sir, I'm sorry" and so I told the captain what he wanted to hear and walked out of his office.
Bastards, they all look at me like I'm some crazed maniac, like I'm always following the same wild goose chase. They don't know anything. Why the hell would a regular guy like Henry Townshend randomly take a knife to his own throat? Not even the suicide note is enough evidence, writing "good bye" just isn't enough.
"Detective Fencen?" her voice broke into my mind and cut me from my thoughts, I forced myself to look up and ignore my agitation for a second. "That information you wanted on Silent Hill" I smiled as she hands me the file and walks away.
"Thank you, Vanessa"
Silent Hill. Present time.
It doesn't make any sense, no sense at all! How could I have studied all those years and not have any idea of it? How could I not remember? The questions flooded in droves as I took my first steps into my old school. The door opens with a echoing creek that instantly makes me paranoid; the sweat beads on my bad start calling for their food, but they won't be getting it any time soon. My heart beat faster and faster when I say the words "cold turkey" in my head, I know what's coming and it couldn't come at a worse time; the only question is when.
I twist my head to look over my shoulder when the long foghorn's cry fills the foggy skies. The world around me went completely quiet and I feared that I lost my hearing, but then the world around me snickered at me and shut the light on me, leaving me helpless and in its darkness. I can't control breath, I can barely breathe, my head feels lightheaded when I hear a sudden static. Its intensity rises and fades like ocean waves, I dig into my pockets and see the only beacon of light in the entire universe shine green into my face: my cell phone. It whines its static cry louder and louder until shuffling steps overcome the phone's static.
The sweat has invaded my entire body, not of hunger, but of fear and terror. I take long breaths to try to ease my heart, but it doesn't work. Almost instinctively, I move the phone's light towards the weak shuffling sounds. The phone's static became as loud as it possibly could when I started to hear various woeful moans cry out all around me; I swear I hear someone gagging beside me, the sound of rank vomit splashing on the ground not far behind. I gulp loudly and find myself taking small steps backwards into the school; a knife! The cell phone catches a shine that glimmers in the darkness a half second before the darkness itself lunges at me. The ground hits me hard on my back and I lose my phone to it as I try to hold back the armed hand. The face the skinless creature has at it swings the knife lazily at my face eerily reminds me of Edvard Munch's The Cry. My fingers dig deep into wet tissue and nerve as the inside out beast cries out longingly and tried to run a knife through my throat. Fuck, shit, fuck, I don't have time; the others that were around me must be just a few feet away now. Fuck, I'm dead, I'm fucking dead!
"Cocksucking cunt!" I hear a muffled voice cry out, a voice that sounds strikingly similar to mine. My knee moves all on its own to dig its way into the fucking thing's stomach, I feel the blood penetrate my jeans and moisten my entire leg. "Fucker!" I yell out to everyone around me as I kick away the moaning thing away, a desperate moan cringes out in the darkness somewhere. I run inside the school, but not before I grab the still lighted, and static inducing, phone and the half rusted knife the monster dropped.
Suddenly, my rush of adrenaline dies out just as quick as it came and I close the oak doors behind my back with a huge bang. I let myself slide down to the floor just as I hear the horrors behind me start to slowly scratch and bite the wooden door that blocked their path from me. I can barely see, the world is so damn dark, my heart feels like it is bleeding and the only thing I have between death is wood and my back. But, I can't stay here, I have to find out, I have to figure out why the hell I remember all of this now, now that I'm here. Don't stop, don't fucking stop, you worthless junkie!
I take a deep breath and pull away from the door, holding the knife's bloody handle in one hand and the cell phone on the other; using it as only my beacon of light. The sweat dripped down my brow, stinging my eyes as it hit them, but I didn't dare blink, not even once. I look over my shoulder at blackness when I hear the large doors opening behind me and the demonic troop behind it shuffle in, their moans substituted for an almost childish giggle.
"Love me" I hear one cry out in a raspy moan; they fucking talk now?
The school itself around me shivers and mumbles gibberish. All over me, I hear the footsteps of running children and the giddy cries of joy echo away. But, it all dies away, it all quickly dies away and leaves me only with my running footsteps and the sound a lazy slug would make. The static in my phone slowly dies away, forcing the light to turn off; I'm alone. Fear overcomes my feet like dried cement, my nerves tense up and I look up at nothingness.
"Vanessa?" I whisper out in a frightened whimper, dear god, let it be you, let it be you. "Vanessa?" the thing over me sputters and gurgles like a dying old man, it yells out backwards nonsense angrily before it just stops talking and keeps on screaming at the top of its lungs. Then the static rises up like a musical crescendo, the gurgle above me groans loudly and I hear it rapidly drag itself away.
I turn around and hold the knife tightly; my heart feels like it stops when I lift the now lighted phone. The small child in her school uniform smiles at me innocently, the demons and horrors of Silent Hill trembling and slithering at her sides The upper torso of a black haired woman dragged itself towards me with its rotting hands and touched my foot, almost romantically. It cringed and spit out blood before it started to lick my shoes; I did nothing to stop it. Her arms hugged my leg as her head continued to excitedly lick my shoe, slowly pulling itself higher up my leg to lick just below my knees; I did nothing.
"Bastard" the little girl smiled at me, I hear her voice, but I never saw her sweet little lips move.
"Whore…" I mumble out; I look at her as long as I can before my hands begin to shake, here it is. I feel its tongue already nibbling my crotch; I lose my balance and make my back say hello to a wall. The thing clings tightly to me as it uses its teeth to pull down my zipper, I feel it gently, I see her in her neat school uniform; I see her skip towards me. "Vanessa"
"That has never been my name, my dear Daniel" instead of the little girl, a young woman's voice talk to me from below my waist. "You know what my name is, Daniel" I feel my knees go weak; I can't decipher whether it's from the junkie fever or her loving kiss.
"I know your name" I whimper out with a weak smile on my lips, I feel them close to me, all of them, all of her nightmares.
"Love me, Daniel" they both speak together, the two tormentors, the two females.
"Vanessa" I look down and drop my cell phone and I put my hand on her greasy head. Then, I look over at the little girl, her face looking grim and devilish with light coming from downwards. "Alessa"
To be Continued…
