"When you're hurt and scared for so long, the fear and pain
turn to hate and the hate starts to change the world."
Allessa Gillespie, Silent Hill 2006
The candle flickered shadows against the walls, frightening but alluring all at once. Jane's footsteps echoed softly against the hardwood floors, nearly tripping at least twice against her long nightgown, as she crept down the hall. Walking down the stairs, the strong wind blew through the cracks in the windowpanes, blowing her hair around her face and obscuring her vision. Thunder cracked and lightning illuminated the room for a few seconds, and that was when she saw the bright, red eyes staring right at her from the bottom of the stairs. Jane turned around to run, but by the time she looked back, it was gone.