Chapter 15: Boogeyman encounter 2.

Falling into the water reminded me so much of my child hood when I was scared to swim. At this moment I felt half unconscious and half conscious. The bottom of the lake was nothing but pitch black and green mixed together. My nose and throat started to burn by swallowing and breathing in the water. I coughed really hard, losing the rest of my breath. I started to feel very dizzy. As my eyes closed from lack of air, I felt a hard grip grabbing on my arms. It must be my Uncle James.

I felt coldness all over my body. I coughed out a big puddle of water, blood and vomit. Fresh air entered my nose, mouth and lungs. I slowly opened my eyes looking at the foggy sky. I barely noticed that I don't have my glasses on. It must have fallen in the water. Shit! My head, nose and throat hurt real badly. Note to self, if I ever drown again, never breathe in the water or swallow it. I sat up straight, stretching my arms. I noticed that James and I were on the boat. Speaking of James, he is sitting right next to me.

"Glad you're up," James said coughing.

"Yeah," I said. "Thanks for not letting me die."

"No problem," said James. "Oh and by the way, here are your glasses."

James tossed me my glasses.

"How did you not drown like I did?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" asked James.

"When one of the orders hit you and you fell in the water, didn't you feel unconscious?" I asked.

"No," replied James. "I jumped in the water myself so the Order doesn't harm me again."

I sighed and lied back down again. "Where to next?" I asked.

"We were supposed to go to the docks but the Order ended up driving the boat in the middle of nowhere when everyone was gone," replied James.

I remembered my back pack. Quickly, I shot up and ran in the control room. Thank God the Orders didn't take my backpack! I put my backpack on.

"Do you know how to drive a boat?" I asked James.

"Yes," said James. "A row boat."

"I'm not sure, but I think there is a small row boat hanging on the side of this boat," I informed.

James and I checked the sides of the boat. On the left side was a small brown row boat with two oars and a first aid kit. I gave James my backpack while he entered the boat. I rotated a lever which lowered the row boat into the water. As the row boat was in the water, I jumped off the big boat and landed in the row boat.

"Who wants to row?" I asked.

"Rock paper scissors!" suggested James.

"Rock paper scissors!" James and I said.

"Ha ha," I said. "Paper beats rock, so you row the boat."

James sighed in annoyance and rowed the boat.

"I wanted to row the boat," James informed.

"Sure you did," I chuckled.

45 minutes later…

James and I ended up at the Silent Hill docks. It wasn't the dock that was close by the bait shop. The one that is located about half a mile to Rose Water Park. Anyways, James and I got off the boat and roamed around the docks for a while. I found another one of Erika's picture. A picture of Dr. Kaufman working on papers.

Dr. Michael Kaufman

Age: 16

"I got a surprise picture of Dr. Kaufman." "He is not really the picture type."

Picture: 3/13

James and I walked down Lindsey's Street, passing by Tilly's, a teen clothing shop. As I saw the mannequins, I stopped to examine. Something seemed different about these mannequins. There are three male mannequins that are fully dressed and two female mannequins that are half naked. The females look very familiar.

"Why'd you stop?" asked James.

"Look at these mannequins and tell me they don't look familiar," I informed.

James sighed. "They remind me of Erika's monster, the Barbie doll."

"Let's see," I said taking my steel pipe out.

I swung at the window. The window shattered to pieces and the female mannequins woke up. They stood up straight, stretching and moaning.

"Run!" I commanded.

As me and James were about to run, I bumped into the lovely Harasser. James and I yelled in a horrified mood. The both of us stormed down the street as fast as we could. The funny thing is, the Barbie dolls were chasing us. They were doing cart wheels, jumps and flips.

"They're after us!" cried James.

"You don't say!" I shot at James. "But, let's cut them off at Sanders Street and then…

Before I could have finished my sentence, the two Barbie dolls jumped us from behind. I quickly flipped over before that beast did anything harmful to my spine. The Barbie doll sat on my waste and pulled a rusted kitchen knife. What's up with rusted knifes?

Anyways, the Barbie doll swung down towards my heart. Quickly, I grabbed her wrist and the knife's point was barely to my heart.

"Argh!" I groaned.

The Barbie doll is pretty strong, but not strong as me! I quickly pushed on the young teen's chest, pushing her off me. I grabbed her rusty knife and stabbed her right in her throat. The Barbie doll let out a small cry and clutched her throat like she needed air. She fell on her knees and died a few seconds later. I looked over at my Uncle James who was bent down, gasping for air. He was out of air, real bad.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Nope," replied James looking up.

"Ah!" I cried.

James has blood all over his face, neck and chest.

"What the hell happened?" I asked.

"Me and the Barbie had a fight to the death," replied James. "Me and her were rolling on the floor like crazy idiots and she punched and kicked me like crazy."

"Impossible!" I cried. "They had knives."

"I know, but I slapped the knife away from her hand and she started to pull my hair," stated James.

"And this explains how you got blood all over you?" I questioned.

"I took her knife and sliced her neck open," replied James.

"Well now that is taken care of," I began. "Let's continue to walk around."

James nodded.

Me and James finished walking on Sanders Street and turned on Neely Street. I noticed that the sky seems very cloudy and it looks like it might rain.

"How cool!" I complemented. "It looks like it will rain…again."

"I honestly like the rain," said James. "But I don't like too much of it."

James and I walked down the destroyed street, looking around and talking quietly. All of a sudden, my walkie talkie went off. Wheeler! Elle! I took the radio off my belt buckle and answered the call.

"Hey!" I said.

"Alex!" said Wheeler.

"Wheeler," I said softly. "Where are you?" "Where is Elle?"

"The Order has taken us to the Silent Hill Penitentiary," replied Wheeler. "Man, this place is well destroyed."

"Really?" I questioned. "But don't worry, I'll be there." "How's Elle?"

"I don't know," said Wheeler. "I heard they were taking a woman to a solitary confinement area or down into the basement."

I sighed

"All right," I said. "James and I will be there in a few, but we'll be checking out the bait shop real quick for clues."

"Okay, but hurry," said Wheeler. "I heard the door slam, the Order is coming."

Wheeler hung up. I clipped the radio back to my belt.

"The prison is just two miles away from here," said James.

"How would you know?" I asked.

"Mary and I know this place by heart," replied James.

"I believe you," I said. "But first, let's check out the bait shop because I know there will be a lot of clue there." "Mostly about my dad."

"That is just around the corner," informed James.

The bait shop is like a wild life/ camping store. All kinds of guns, ammo, knives, tents, clothes for camping and all kinds of other stuff. This used to be an all bait shop, but the store extended and was rearranged.

I decided to turn on my army mode. I kicked the door open and the door fell flat. I took a few steps inside with James by my side. The inside of the store looked very messy, dusty, quiet and to dim. I grabbed my flashlight and shined it around to make the light a little better. I kind of got scared as I saw the stuffed animals hanging on the walls.

"Why don't we split up for a while and search around this place," I suggested.

"I guess," said James. "But we meet back at exactly ten minutes."

I nodded.

James separated to the right while I went left. I started searching around the gun department. There were still a lot of guns and ammo left but I doubt some of the guns work and I already have too much ammo. I continued to search the glass cases for anything else and I came upon a drawing. I broke the glass case with my flashlight and grabbed the picture out. It turned out to be the Shepherd's Family coat of arms. Finally something that ain't devil worshiping or crazy shit. The drawing showed the shield with two swords making an X at the tip. Between the swords is the female gender sign and on the sides are some kind of frills. Then our last name is tagged on the bottom. The picture was very very detailed and bright colored.

Erika s.

Age: 15

Drawing 11/12

"Family Crest."

I heard a screeching noise and a running noises. The screeching noise sounded as if someone is scratching their nails on a blackboard. The running noises must come from my Uncle James.

"Alex!" "Alex!" "Alex!" cried James running from afar. "Where are you?"

"The gun department," I replied softly.

Soon I was tackled to the floor by James, who elbowed me in my stomach.

"Ouch!" I softly cried.

"Oh, found you," James whispered.

"Oh yeah, just ignore my pain when you just elbowed me in my stomach," I said with sarcasm.

"Sorry about that," said James getting. "But get up!"

Why were you running?" I asked.

"No time to explain," said James. "We need to ditch this place and run at least five miles away from here."

I just took my Uncle's word for it. I stood up and ran after my Uncle. We almost made it out the door until a giant blade blocked us. Fuck! Once again, our great friend, the Boogeyman!

"Oh..." I softly said.

"Shit," James finished.

The Boogeyman picked his sword up and held it over his head. I grabbed James by his arm and ran. I felt the ground shake as the giant blade pierced it. Somewhere in this place is an emergency exit in the back. I ran, ran, ran my grown legs. For a moment, I pretended that I was in track, running the four hundred meter dash. I saw the emergency exit, pushed the door and continued to run down the alley.

"A-a-alex," huffed James. "Please wait."

Wow! For a moment, I totally forgot about James.

I stopped for my Uncle and caught my breathe back.

"Impressive that you run fast," James said as he caught up. "But can you wait?"

"I'm sorry," I said. "I just want to go home because this is the second time I saw that beast."
"Red…pyramid…thing?" huffed James.

"Excuse me?" I said confused.

"Red Pyramid Thing is what that beast is," James stated. "Supposedly, he is my figment of imagination."

"I think you are mistaken," I informed. "He is known as the Boogeyman and he is also Erika's figment of imagination."

"Do want proof?" asked James. "I can drag you to Rose Water Park apartments and show you."

"No, no ,no," I said. "I just want to go to the prison."

"I also have pictures to, if you want to see," said James.

"Maybe later," I suggested while walking away. "But speaking of pictures, I found a drawing, though I'd like to leave."

James ran up to my side.

"Picture of what?" asked James.

"Surprisingly, it wasn't anything evil," I stated. "Just a detailed drawing of the family crest."
"Can I see it?" I asked James.

I took the picture out of my pocket and handed it to James.

"Cool," commented James. "Honestly, I envy her skills."

"You are not weird, but let's continue," I said.

Me and James continued our journey down the street to the prison. This is such a long day…