Chapter 4: Gone Wisdom

I talked with Frank today. There's clearly something wrong with him. He doesn't seem to be feeling very well. He talks mostly in riddles which confuses me even more. After what happened the other night, I needed answers. So I tried to ask him about the late tenant and the only thing I got was a name.

Henry Townshend.

The answer to all my other questions was on me. I still had some of Henry's belonging packed away in the storage room, so I decided to look into them but the only things I found were hippy clothes and some old scenic pictures that he probably had shot years ago. I had to admit though; the guy had an eye for natural beauty, the pictures were pretty good.

I wonder what'd happened to him. I thought as I came across two pictures that were definitely taken in Silent Hill. The old lighthouse and the Balkan Church. Just looking at the pictures brought back painful, un wanted memories that I'd tried so hard to forget. Of course I knew both of the places, I just couldn't understand, why I had to face them again and again and again, it seemed like a loop I could never escape.

It made me sick to my stomach. I took a deep breath but I couldn't help the feeling of dizziness. I had to stop looking at them, before yet again I'll be dragged into the past. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.

The lighthouse was a prison for misbehaved young children. All the pain, all the suffering they felt there. I could feel the deep wounds on my back caused by the whip. The blood oozed from my body. It hurt. It hurt. It hurts. Henry was there too, watching me. Why would he be? He didn't belong there but wait; he was the eye who witnessed it all. He was the wisdom.

But what happened to him?

The sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor, made me shot my eyes open. It was coming from the living room. I got up slowly and took a peek into the living room when I involuntarily stopped breathing. My sofa had moved on its own, and now it was in the middle of the room.

Cautiously I entered the living room, still struggling to breathe. Somehow the air had become overwhelmingly heavy; it was like invisible hands were choking the life out of me. My chest began to go wheezy, I tried to hold on to a wall or something as my head started spinning and my eyesight blurred. My heart was pounding like it would explode any second now. I knew I wasn't alone in that room.

I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes as I fell on my knees. That was when I noticed a small hole on the wall just behind the moved sofa. Still struggling to keep myself conscious I crawled to it. There was a note on written on the wall next to the hole:

I don't think I can protect myself. He's truly insane. I can't hold on any longer. His power can't be measured. I was so scared today I sealed off the back of the storage room. I wonder if Eileen Galvin is okay. She has no idea what's going on… but she's in danger nevertheless.

Unknowingly I leaned closer to look into the hole but my whole body froze the moment I was met by a pair of green eyes, on the other side, staring right back at me.

"You shouldn't be peeking, mother wouldn't like that!" I heard a manly voice in my brain." Bad girl! "

I yelled as a handful of my hair was pulled downward then. Everything became hazy and I fell backward on the floor, losing my consciousness.

A/N: I must add that the bold italic paragraphs are the ones that are being written with the typewriter, consciously or unconsciously, by Heather.

And yeah she let her hair grow so it's a bit longer than original.

Plus I don't know what had happened to my Silent hill 4 game, I've lost the DVD and I don't have it anymore on my laptop so eventually I might not remember most of the details as the last time I played it, it was more than two years ago. I am playing Silent hill 3 though to keep Heather in character as much as possible, she might act a little differently here that's due to her well aging and becoming an actual adult and her experience with all this craziness.

Wanted to thank those who've followed and favorited this story and are still following me and those who are kind enough to leave a review. Makes my day. Really.

I'm trying to keep the chapters short but eventful maybe if I get a little more attention I start updating more frequently with even longer chapters but who knows I might do that anyway.

Cheers

~Bella