Silent Hill 4: Oh Mother.

Chapter Four: From in the Wall it came

Kris tossed aside her thoughts from before as she walked into her apartment. She made a sudden stop after closing the door behind her. It felt strange. The room had a heavy feel to it, like she was getting pushed down. "Ugh, I'm getting a headache…I should turn on the fan." She mumbled to herself with one hand massaging her forehead. She just then came to the cruel realization that no matter how many times she flipped the little switch next to the front door, the fan wasn't going to start. As she passed by her island breakfast nook, she noticed the doll she had found from the other day laying on the counter.

She approached and picked the small thing up. It really was kind of cute. She held it to her nose and took a tiny sniff. It had a sort of musky smell that sort of reminded her of the man from her dream. The sad bum that she had made friends with. She examined it, turning it over to look at the back. "Wonder where you came from." She mused as she flipped it back over and placed it back down.

She then walked down the hall to her bathroom which she just noticed, had no door. She bent over the tub and turned the faucet to no success. The pipes made a grunt and whined at her. She sighed and gave up.

So badly did she need a bath. "Maybe Eileen will let me use her shower…" While she was there, she un-bandaged her hand. It was covered in blue and green bruises and the blood had started to harden and crust. She tried to flex it but ached to move. So, she re-wrapped the wound with new bandages and stood up. She turned to the sink and out of curiosity, turned the handle. Water came flowing out with no problem. "Well that makes no sense!" Kris complained out loud as she dipped her uninjured hand under the water. She splashed it into her face several times and grabbed for a towel.

A loud female scream erupted from the hallway. Kris dropped the towel and ran back out to the living room. "Hello?!" She called out, but no one appeared to be in the room with her…that's when she noticed the doll again.

It was moving. Not that much at first but then it went into a mini spasm. It's miniature body flopped around like a fish that had just been pulled out of the water, then abruptly stopped dead. Slowly, it flopped forward into a lazy sitting position before standing up on its feet and walked to the edge of the counter with the look of a drunken wobble. Kris found herself motionless as she watched the doll shriek again and plummet off the side. She didn't see it land but did hear the small thump that came with it hitting the ground. Kris took a moment and waited for any other sounds. Her eyes were wide as she started to gradually move around the counter to the other side. The doll was on its back, gazing up at the ceiling. How…very morbid.

Though it seemed like a really stupid idea, she bent down and picked the doll up. On the back it felt squishy and wet. She took the doll in her other hand and looked at the wet substance that was now covering her hand.

Sticky, red, and it smelt appalling. It didn't take long for Kris to realize it was blood. She dropped the doll back onto the counter to see her other hand was now smeared with blood also. She hurriedly rubbed her hands off on the back of her jeans and stared over at the doll. It was now on its stomach and a red mass dripped from the back of its head. Small clumps of red chunks started to gush its way out of the hole in the back of the dolls head. Kris covered her face in disgust. The strong odor that came from it made her want to throw up. Her eyes were even burning a little.

She went to the kitchen and dug around in one of the cabinets to find a spatula. She slid the metal under the doll's body and scooped it up. She held the rotted smelling thing as far away from her as she could. While still holding her nose with one hand and the spatula in the other, she walked it over to the trash can where she tossed it in and slammed the lid. Little droplets trailed all the way from the counter to the trash.

Kris stood there, looking down at the closed lid of the trash can. Eventually, she moved her hand away from her face but then gagged and ran over to the sink where she emptied her stomach. She stood over it for a while, dry heaving. Once her stomach decided to settle, she flipped on the water and washed away the substance that had once been held inside her before she wobbly turned away.

Kris's eyes and throat burned as she swallowed back a shaken sob. The air in the room grew colder and more stiff. She coughed as she leaned on the counter for support. It felt like the air itself was trying to constrict her. A rancid smell fogged the room that was so much worse then the doll.

Bit by bit, Kris made her way into the living room. Shivers creped up her spin as a long, gurgled, moan came from her wall. She slowly turned and watched as her whole wall became distorted. Large, dark, water like markings bled through as blobs of some kind of black mass bubbled at the surface.

Kris backed away until she flattened herself against the bookcase. She slipped around it into the corner of her apartment and watched from there as her wall continued to moan. She let out a loud shriek and wrapped her hands around her mouth at the sight of a face coming to the surface of her wall.

Gradually, a head ripped its way through the black blotches and wailed as it twisted around, trying to pull the rest of its body out. It resembled a bald man but his skin was as white as a ghost and he was covered in that black goop. Two long, dripping, arms stretched out. One pushed against the wall as the other reached out for Kris. She whimpered from under her hand and looked away as he dropped to the ground after pulling his lower torso out. Globs of that thick mud-like slime followed him and slipped down the wall.

Kris was unmovable. Her breath became sharp as she flattened herself against the wall as much as she could. The creature was hidden behind her couch until it's head emerged out from around the corner. It's mouth stretched far more then the human limits, like a gaping hole. It's head began to twitch viciously from side to side. It's arms dug into the carpet as it dragged itself, inch by inch, closer to her.

She felt a scream edge up her throat as the thing came even closer. It lashed out and took hold of her foot, pulling her out of her corner. She began to kick and scream as it pulled her underneath him.

Kris found herself staring up at death as it's wide mouth made spine-chilling clicks and groans. Black liquid dripped down onto her cheek as she stopped struggling.

It's face slowly came down closer to her until she was staring dead into its nonexistent eyes….

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! Sorry about the lack of updates. I've been having a hard time at school. Ugh, don't we all? Well, it pretty much distracted me from writing. I'll try to continue the next part as soon as I can!

-Kyrsea