Silent Hill 4: Oh Mother.

Chapter Six: The blood of Eileen

Kris made it back down the hall to the main room of the building. She didn't want Walter to see the bodies of the decaying dogs that still lay strewed about the ground, so she covered the boy's eyes as she made her way around them.

"Do you know where your mom might be, Walter?" She asked softly to try and keep him in a calm state. He had a tight grasp on her shirt. She glanced at him as he shook his head 'no'. There was something about the expression in his eyes that told her he keeping something from her. She tried to shrug it off thinking that most kids liked to keep secrets.

"What makes you think she's here?" She asked as she began to proceed up the stairs once again.

"…I was born here." He mumbled delicately. He had such a soft spoken voice.

His answer caused Kris to raise an eyebrow. He was born in the building? That was strange, but she had heard of home births before. A small frown tugged at the edge of her lips. Just because the kid was born in the building didn't mean his parents still lived there. She wasn't about to tell him that, though.

"How about here? Should be check?" She asked as she stopped in front of the second floor hallway door. Walter didn't answer her but simply nodded.

Most of the doors seemed open. Either someone had stolen Frank's key ring or the old man himself had been through here. Why he was randomly opening everyone's door's and leaving them unlocked, she had no idea.

She knew it was rude but Kris couldn't help but glance into each of the apartments as they passed. One, she realized with horror, had a strong smell of iron emitting from inside. Her pace quickened when she saw the splashes of blood everywhere inside. She wasn't about to allow Walter to see inside. She had a strong urge to turn around and run back from where they came. The second floor…it didn't feel safe. It gave her a uncomfortable feeling.

She was quickly snapped out of her train of thought when Walters grip on her tightened and his head hid away in her chest. She stopped to see what was the matter when something from her pocket started to shake. Kris reached inside and pulled out the charm she had found in her mail box. It vibrated violently in her hand that made her worry.

"Hey…What's wro-" Kris had gone to sooth the boy in her arms but stopped in mid-sentence when she heard it. A low moan echoed from down the silent hallway. Her green eye's widened and strained against the dark as she stood completely still. Her own grip on Walter tightened.

Her eye's finally settled on it. A body of a man, floating, ghostly white, and moaning was slowly making his way towards them.

"What is that?" Kris shrieked as she took a trembling step back. The charm began to go more and more crazy the closer the thing got to them. It's head lolled to the side slightly before turning up to her. It's jaw hung open as another drawn out moan came out.

When she felt Walter begin the tremble, her legs kicked into motion. She turned on her heel and began to sprint away from the creature while clutching her small companion in her arms. She didn't need to look behind her to know it was following close behind. She wanted to question the impossible but her racing mind wouldn't allow her. The only thing that passed thought her head was the chanting to run.

'Run! Run faster, Dammit!'

Her legs began to burn but she continued to run until she reared the corner and collided into something. It sent her backwards and onto her backside. She still had a hold of Walter in protective arms, even when she hit the ground. Her desperate eyes looked up to see a tall man standing in front of her. In his hand he held a blood stained steel pipe.

Kris curled away from him, fearing for the worst. She was surprised when the man took her hand and pulled her to her feet. He tugged her down the hall and back through the doors that led to the stairs.

"Are you okay?" He asked, panting as he leaned against the doors. He had messy brown hair and a unshaven face. His brown eyes showed lack of sleep. He wore a dirty, probably once white, button up shirt and jeans. And of course there was the bloody pipe in his hand.

Kris didn't answer him. She looked down at Walter who was still hiding away his face in fear. Her eyes then met with her rescuer and he looked at her awkwardly.

"…Yeah. We're fine, I guess. What the hell was that?" She finally responded as she tried to shift as far away from the door as she could without falling down the stairs.

"I…I really have no idea. I think it's a ghost or something. Things like that have been showing up in my room."

Kris's eye's widened as realization struck her. "Are you Henry Townshend?"

"Yeah, how did you…?" Henry seemed taken back by her.

"I live in the apartment building. I just switched apartments to the one next door from you." Her eye's trailed down his other arm to see a key was clutched tightly in his hand.

"What's that?" She asked, pointing it out.

Henry seemed confused for a moment until he looked at his hand and realized he had forgotten about the key when he had heard her scream.

"Eileen!"

Kris opened her mouth to ask a question but stopped when she found Walter squirming in her arms. She put him down only to have him sprint off. "Walter, wait!" She called after him but he wasn't about to stop. He made his way up stairs without looking back.

"Come on!" Henry called as he to began to run up to the third floor. Kris looked confused but began to chase after him.


Kris almost had to push her way past Henry when he stopped dead in Eileen's door way. She tried to make her way around him when she too froze.

Eileen's body was sprawled out on the ground, splotched in her own blood. There were number's carved brutally into her back.

Kris gasped as she almost stumbled back, her hands covered her mouth in disbelief. She couldn't bring her eyes away as she listened to Eileen's weak words slip from her quivering mouth.

"Hey kid…Thanks." Her weak hand reached out to touch Walter's small shoe. How had he…?

"D-Did you find your mommy…?" Eileen faintly continued "This place…It's dangerous…You need….Hurry and get out of here…" As if she had just noticed someone else was there, Eileen made a attempt to look behind her but wasn't able to see Kris nor Henry as her head fell to the ground.

Kris felt wet tears stain her cheeks as she clutched her own face. Her shoulders and lips shook as she suppressed a sob. Who had done this to her?

The boy who Eileen had been talking to, Walter, took a few steps back. He didn't look shocked. Hell, he didn't look afraid at all. The only emotion that shown through his green eyes were sympathy and sorrow as if he felt bad.

From behind her, Kris could feel Henry walk up next to her. He collapsed to his hands and knee's and began to punch as the ground.

"…Oh god…Eileen…"


Oh wow, hello there people! I'm surprised I actually updated this.

It's been a while and I suddenly had an urge to come check up on this story. Sorry if it seems kind of off. I need a little more practice to get back into the story writing mojo.

Hm...This felt a lot longer. Maybe it was because I finished it at six in the morning? XD

-Kyrsea