Am I the slowest writer ever or what? Seriously I disgust myself a little with my lack of updates but please no I'm not giving up on this. In this episode some things happened followed by some stuff... Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Foreboding

I took a look behind me seeing the door swinging ajar behind me before examining the room. It was barren and empty which was not a surprise to me considering how that was how most of the town was now. The room's walls were covered in grayed yellow shredded wallpaper and a brown broken ceiling fan split into pieces on the ground. The room gave off a horrible stench of rotting meat. It was so strong I had to cover my nose just to keep myself from gagging. I was about to get out of the room when suddenly a phone rang to my right. I went through the doorway next to me and saw that it was a bedroom. The room was pretty normal for the most part with a bed, nightstand, a closet and a dresser. The one thing that stood out was a small stand set up to the side of the bed which was obscured even with my flashlight. I didn't see the harm in going inside. I saw that the ringing was coming from an old black telephone on the dresser so I picked it up once again not expecting the ordinary.

"Hello?" I said into the mouth piece and waited for an answer. "Hello, this is Carol Mandemaker calling about scheduling an appointment with Dr. Wright." I was about to speak when another voice spoke, "Sure mam. What is the appointment for?" I yelled into the mouthpiece as loud as I could, "Hello?" Yet, the conversation between the two flowed like normal as if they didn't even hear a thing. The first woman spoke again, "It's for my dog Jack. He's been acting up lately. Why, just the other day he snapped at me for scolding him for snarling at a boy on his bike the other day." I tried again this time in a muffled cry of desperation, "H-hello..?" Still the other voice simply replied to the woman nonchalantly, "Hmm, I do believe we have a spot open on Sunday at three A.M... Does that work for you mam?" "Oh, absolutely thank you!" "Not a problem. Have a good night." "You too." With that the phone went dead leaving me in a mix of emotions. I simply hung up the phone and stared at it infuriated before smacking it straight off the dresser. One thing I did notice in my blind rage was that the phone line had been cut.

I took a moment to calm myself down before simply laughing pitifully with my hands at my sides, "Haha, shit..." I looked around the rest of the room and found nothing until I came to the small shrine. It was a little smaller than the bed post and made of wood. Three small candles were placed inside along with a picture of a smiling brown haired man tat reminded me of my dad. My dad... I left the room shutting the door behind me before checking out the rest of the apartment.

The rest of the apartment was empty. There were two small hallways across from each other one leading into a walk-in kitchen and the other lead to a door which I guessed went into the main hallway. I checked another room and saw it was a bathroom. The walls were covered in mold which made the room reek and the toilet was filled with a horrible brownish red mess which I didn't even want to guess what it was. I could see a faint glitter within the toilet and was about to reach my hand in before my common sense came back to me and I drew my hand away? Who would ever do something so disgusting? I walked back to the door to the hallway and grabbed the handle letting out a sigh before opening it and proceeding inside.

The interior of the complex was almost exactly the same. The floor was covered in scattered broken tile. The walls were covered with torn off wall paper and graffiti. However this time I could hear faint voices from the other end of the dark corridor. I figured the voices would simply subside like my previous encounters but as I made my way down the hall they continued to speak. The voices belonged to those of young girls who must have still been in elementary school. They talked of boys, hair, and other subjects you might hear at a young girl's slumber party. One of the girls giggled before asking another, "K, so now it's my turn! Julie, truth or dare?" "Uh, truth!" A different voice replied giddily. "Why are you always around that witch, Alyssa?" The more girls gasped and gossiped amongst themselves but quickly quieted intent on hearing the girls reply. There was a long pause before the first girl spoke again, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe, you're working with the witch too. You're not a witch too. Are you Julie?" The girl said teasingly. The girls giggled in excitement but they soon faded out till I could hear the faint sob of cries coming from a room next to me. Curiously I tried to open the door causing the cries to stop immediately. The door slowly swung open with a loud squeak causing my flashlight to slowly illuminate the room and I saw inside the dimly lit apartment seven sleeping bags, all but one soaked in blood. I took a good look before closing the door and this time actually gave thought to the matter... The girl's name was Julie. My mother's name.

I sat there pondering the thought for a second. I hadn't remembered my own mother's name up and till that point the question didn't even come into my mind. It was scary enough I couldn't remember something as simple as my own mother's name but the fact that I didn't even acknowledge the absence of such basic information had me even more shook up. Those long forgotten years in the asylum... What could have driven me to become like this? What else could I possibly be forgetting and not even realize it? The thought worried me so as I had been accustomed to I hid it in the back of my mind keeping myself in blissful ignorance my own thoughts get the better of me.

I continued down the corridor hearing faint noises of the pattering of footsteps which I believed were Tymia's from below and my own loud strides. I tested each door but finding them all to either be locked or empty and desolate like the rest of the building until I came to a door leading to a stairwell. The static from the radio started going off again so I stuck to the wall and slowly made my way to the other side of the cramped claustrophobic space towards the upper flight of stairs. I stopped halfway listening for the sound of scraping metal in case the pyramid headed creature was near but heard nothing more than the unsettling static and faint garbled whispers. When I inched my way to the other side and peered up the tight stairway I saw it was closed off by a rusted metal gate. However, I was grateful it for it for on the other side was another mannequin creature with its slimy symmetrical body frozen in place. I turned to try going up the lower set of stairs when the creature lunged ferociously striking the gate with such force it bent inward causing me to half a small heart attack. I continued down the stairs as the creature continued pounding on the weakened gate and came to the second story doorway I took a moment to try and calm myself but as I stood there the creature above gave one final strong swing causing the gate to fall down the stairs with a loud crash. My time to settle myself was short-lived as I bolted out the doorway into the second story hallway.

As soon as I slammed the door to the stairwell yet another noise made me jump but this was not from any monster of sorts but a gunshot from down the hall followed by a scream. I sprinted down the hall until I came to an open door where I saw inside were two people, one a man and one a child. As my vision came into focus I saw it was an older man holding a rifle aimed at Tymia who was clutching a bag of bread in one hand and a jar of mayonnaise in the other. She backed up against the apartment's wall choking on tears as she spoke, "W-wait! Stop!" The old hunchbacked man spoke hysterically, "So, it was you who's been gettin' into my food. You little rat! Thinking you could get past Mr. Rissert all this time just cause he's old huh?" Tymia cried out in her panic, "N-no! I-I've got to feed mama!" The old man cocked his gun and readied it to his eyelevel, "You ain't stealing from me anymore you filthy vermin!" Tymia screamed and tried to run out of the way but then it happened. I looked away as the shot was fired stopping the poor girl's screams followed by the sound of breaking glass and finally a last choked scream that faded before a horrible crunch. I was shaking finding my own eyes swell up and my chest throb as I forced myself to look back. The room was empty again but at the back of the room where Tymia was standing was a semi-boarded off glass double doors leading outside. The spaces between the boards were large enough for even me to easily fit through and the window had a huge chunk knocked out. I wondered if Tymia had fallen through when she had been shot. I held my breath and poked my head praying for her safety but when I looked down below I saw her sprawled out on her back in a pool of blood.

I drew my head back slowly as the most oppressive horrendous feeling came over me. This horrible new reality was far worse than any vision I had had of my years outside the asylum. I couldn't take it I fell to my knees and cried nauseated. I threw up on the ground a horrendous black bile clutching my stomach and chest as the pain grew greater. My vision blurred and my heart pounded rapidly. My mind raced as the whole world spun around me. The ground shook and the walls seemed to close in. Suddenly a loud siren began roaring causing me to cover my ears still holding onto my chest throbbing. Suddenly the entire world around me changed. The disgusting bile I had just spewed sunk into the ground causing the floor to peel away from where I knelt floating into the air before disintegrating around me into nothingness leaving behind a revolting scarlet pulsating flesh covered in vein-like tendrils stretching in a network twisting and meshing together creating a sort of grating beneath me. The tendrils extended from out of the network of organic grating and moved up the walls until they fused themselves in the walls with ease altering them into a disgusting icterine lardy cartilaginous substance. The blubbery walls moved and twitched as if alive causing the tendrils to convulse pumping a dark black liquid into them causing them to settle. The deafening siren slowly quieted causing the my pains in my chest to fade with it. The terrifying transition lasted only a minute. I brought myself to my feet having trouble steadying myself on the strange vein grating. "Where the hell am I?" I whispered to myself in complete fear and disbelief. I was no longer in Silent Hill. I was no longer in just another vision. I was in my very own nightmare.

Onto the very first nightmare sequence! Might be a bit tougher than the other chapters because I have to get really creative with details and what not but please stick around and tell me what you think!