Sorry this chapter is a bit rushed, but there isn't much to say.
Also, I forgot to mention, this story is kinda based more on Silent Hill Two than any other.
My friend complained about the length of paragraphs so... here's chapter two.
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My curious nature lead my feet to tread on the dirt path. The path was long, trees swaying in the light wind at either side of it. The branches could almost be interrupted as arms with a sinister motive, but this is coming from me; a man who, 24 hours ago, lay in bed. Now look at me… With nothing more than a map, I found myself walking down a set of stone steps which had begun to erode away, making them uneven. After stumbling down the ten steps, my black converse found themselves once more on the familiar dirt path. The trees, still blowing, blocked out the sun, unfortunately. This made it difficult to not stumble, or fall over, due to the rough terrain I had to travel down just to reach the town.
Ten minutes. That's how long it took before I reached two steel gates. Was this it? I didn't know, but the only other way to go was back up to the bathroom and the wall. And this apartment… Before exactly realising what I had done, the gate in front of me swung open and my hands returned to their original place down by my side. I peered in before finally sliding past the gates, but my eyes failed to translate anything they took it. No, there were no trees in this open ground, but then again there was no sun light. So what was the explanation for the darkness in this area? I glanced behind me, but the road behind me looked heavenly compared to what lay through the gates. Well, there was no going back now…
I got back onto my feet. My knees now had a brown patch. The brown patch which once covered up a lifeless body. "Here lies Mary. Great-" Is what was read on the stone. But a stone can only last so long, and such it is a great representative for a grave. The stone had worn away, so I couldn't make out the last of the inscription. It didn't matter, though, I could still figure out what it was. I glanced around the rest of the yard, and at a superficial glance, the gravestones appeared to be evenly spaced out.
It was strange how once inside the graveyard, the darkness had lifted. It wasn't bright like it had been up on the hill, but now it wasn't blindingly dark. The ground held home to a light mist, which was strange for this time of year. The only reason I wasn't at work yesterday is because of the time of year – summer – and fortunately for us teachers, we get two months off. But what could two months off do when I would be stuck in this unknown place. Quite frankly, I thought as I walked to the opposite side of the yard I had entered, when I find someone in this town, they will have a lot to answer.
By the time I reached the gate I was due to walk through, I couldn't see my feet in front of me. The mist was growing thicker, unless it was my imagination, but I figured it was better than being in the darkness. I was undergoing that uneasy feeling; the one you get when you're merely a teenager and you believe that everyone is looking at you. No, it isn't called narcissism, more along the lines of paranoia. Often, between moving from Mary's grave to this gate, had I turned around due to the thought of hearing things, but upon seeing nothing, my focus always returned to my objective. Maybe, however, my sense of sight couldn't be trusted at such a time. First the light, then the gradual darkness and now the ever growing mist surrounding my feet. Maybe I was just waiting to wake up… Or maybe this nightmare had just begun.