Author's Note –Here we go for chapter two! Now, I'm not sure which ending of SH 2 was accepted as the "official" ending, so this story is written under the assumption that the "Leave" ending is correct.
Enjoy and please tell me whatcha think!
"This is all I could find on it." A man in a white blouse handed a handful of freshly printed sheets of paper to Frank. The one on top read in big black letters ASHEFIELD ARCHIVAL DATA: SILENT HILL.
"Thanks Mike, I appreciate it." Frank took the papers and returned to his desk.
"Why the sudden interest in a dump like Silent Hill, Frank?" Mike lingered in the doorway, grinning. "Don't tell me you and the misses are goin' on a second honeymoon? You could do better than Silent Hill – at least try for the Haunted Mansion in Disneyland, eh?"
"Funny guy." Frank huffed and began thumbing through the printouts, most of them detailing Silent Hill's mining roots, tourist attractions in the past, and, a mysterious fire that destroyed the town. Something else caught Frank's eye – a small blurb on one site about a man with the last name of Sunderland, who had emerged from Silent Hill babbling about "monsters".
"Yeah, check that guy out. Some nut job who says there's monsters in Silent Hill." Mike was hovering over Frank's shoulder, his sudden statement giving Frank a jump.
"I thought you just said Silent Hill was haunted." Frank raised an eyebrow as Mike.
"I was just messin' around, sheesh, Frank. Come on, do you really believe that nut job? Rumors like that come about from places like Silent Hill cause ghost towns are so rare these days, y'know? What happened there is sad, but it's not haunted."
Frank shrugged. "Anyway, thanks man."
"Why do you want this stuff, anyway? Come on, Frank, you don't really believe in ghosts…do ya?"
The phone rang and Frank heaved a sigh of relief. "I gotta take this." He said, lifting the phone off the receiver. Mike reluctantly headed for the door.
Frank sat in his parked car with a half-eaten cheeseburger in his lap. He wasn't feeling very hungry. He held his cell phone, the display showing a number had been dialed in, waiting for Frank to hit the "Send" button.
How can I call them after all these years? What will I say? 'Have you seen your son around? Can you tell him to stop harassing me?' Geez…
Frank erased the number from the display and closed the cell phone, throwing it into the seat next to him. He gripped the wheel and squeezed it for a moment. He hesitated, then placed the key into the ignition.
He reached over into the passenger's seat and grabbed the cell phone, lifting it to his ear.
"Honey, it's me…sorry this is so sudden, but I have a bit of a business trip…no, I don't think I'll be home in time for dinner…"