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I will warn right now that this shit is HORROR thus, i’ll recommend this not to read if you have a faint heart, or have a chance of quickly getting nightmares.
As the story progresses i plan to have things turned weirder and sicker. So please don’t come whining at me if you can’t sleep at night cause you didn’t read the warning.
For those who recognise this story from something familliar: Yes, yes and yes. It is actually a fanfiction, but those persons will know of what i speak.
The main character is named: Steven Gordon. He’s an ordinary student just minding his studies untill he gets weird nightmares which seem terrifying real. Yet somehow there is almost a familliar touch to it.
So enjoy, as i update this story as an episodic one. Which means whenever i got a part done i’ll upload it. Also previous parts may change slightly (depending on typo’s etc. i’m after all not 100% perfect in the english language).
It was like waking up with an immense headache. Like the worse hangover ever.
My eyes were blurry, and I just wanted to get some coffee. Placing my feet out of bed I could feel the touch of the cold metal, it brought the chills down my spine, but I knew what was going on.
It had been the same for a month now. Nightmares. Nightmares of a delusional world which looked like ours, except completely deformed into a macabre scene of corroded metal and barbed wire. I could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance and the ever rotating vents.
This was a nightmare world where ones biggest delusions would come to life… and I had this nightmare for a month.
Eventually I wake up, in my own bed, in my own world. But the dream seems terrifying real. And I remember every detail of it.
Standing up I looked around me. It hadn’t changed a bit since last time; my wardrobe looked as if it was soaked in water. As was my study table. My coursework I had made seemed to be unreadable, and stains which looked like blood were covering it.
Above me a huge vent was rotating. It seemed to have no actual purpose as the air in the room was thick and dense.
I made my way to the door to my living room, it too looked as if it was soaked in water and traces of dried blood could be found. Upon opening it, it gave off a high pitched metal shriek, as if I was opening a rusty old door.
The living room…
It looked horrible. But it also had not changed since last time. Except for the plates which I used last night for my dinner upon the kitchen counter. The leftovers looked rotten and emanated a sickening smell.
The TV also didn’t work. The channels just emitted static.
The windows were gone, they were now reduced to some rusty metal grates, I could look slightly through them, but all I could see from the other side was darkness.
My couch and chair looked old and dusty, and stains were covering it, as if someone opened a can of tomato soup and poured it all over.
From the living room I looked at my apartment door that led to the hallways of my apartment block. It couldn’t be opened in the dreams for some reason.
I tried breaking it down, but it was no use, nor could I find the key for it anywhere.
The phone seemed to be broken as well, I tried calling several phone numbers, but all I got was static and strange noises.
There wasn’t much else in my apartment. The bathroom door seemed locked, and an overwhelming odor came from within. Which kind of made me not want to look inside.
I decided the best thing would be just to do as I always did. Go back to bed and try to sleep and hope I would wake up back in my normal world.
I walked back to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Crawling back into my bed I wondered how long these nightmarish dreams would continue. As my thoughts of why and how raced through my mind, I slowly sank back into a dreamless sleep.
I opened my eyes and looked around, hoping it was all back to normal again.
A bright light was shining through one of my windows.
The morning light of the sun… thank God.
Looking at my alarm clock I noticed I almost overslept for college. I jumped out of bed and took a quick shower, the warm water soothing me. Grabbing my coursework and a sandwich I ran off to my class.
At college I got an hour off from class. I decided to spend my time productive by looking up some books on dreams and specifically reoccurring ones within the library. Perhaps those could help me against these weird nightmares. As I was snooping around in one of the books a person approached me.
“Books on dreams huh?”
It was the librarian lady. She looked at me with her typical investigating looks, which somehow always gave me the creeps.
“Yeah,” I answered “I’m having some bad dreams lately…”
“Ah, I see” She smiled. Due to her old age I could see the wrinkles in her cheeks. “Well,” She said “Dreams are given to us by God, some are good… some bad.”
I nodded, while trying to find something other to look at than her staring eyes. “Dreams could be something from the future, or the past” she continued. “It’s amazing how real some dreams can be.”
Ironically this was too true in my case.
“Well, I hope you find what you’re looking for in here” she finally said, while giving another kind smile as she walked off. I always found the lady a tad weird…actually, the whole college did.
The bells rang again and I decided to take the books home with me.
At 5 I finally got home. I threw my pack on my study table and dropped myself on the bed. I lay there thinking for a moment if the same would happen again tonight. I looked up and stared at my pack for a while. I sighed, stood up, and walked over to it and took out the two books about dreams.
I threw them back on my bed and picked one to start reading. “Dreamworlds” was the title. I looked through the register and came up on a paragraph named “Otherworldly reality’s”. It seemed interesting enough so I skipped through to that page and started reading…
“Though the dreamworld is created by our minds, in which case we can do or create anything we want, it is still bound to rules, but not from this world.
“This so called “Otherworld” can heavily influence ones dreams if for instance the person has had a traumatic experience in his past.
“It is also depicted in several Tarot cards. Though the original deck has up to 21 cards, the Gardner deck was said to held up more than 22 cards. These cards were said to depict about the otherworldly laws and its existence. This however is only mentioned in literature and the deck does not exist in this day.
“Though none can really say how this otherworld could exist, according to some paranormal investigators it’s a world that exists within that of our Lord, but is completely unbound by the laws of ours. A neuroscientist said that the existence of a second dimension within that of ours was just superstitious believes.”
I closed the book, I was tired as hell. And reading only seemed to give me a headache. Resting my head on my pillow I wondered if my dreams were also somehow linked to something… My eyes got heavy from the exhaustion, and I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
***
I woke up at the sound of my phone ringing from the living room.
“God… not my parents again, won’t they ever leave me alone?” I spoke to myself.
I could hear a vent rushing above my head. In a shock I spread my eyes wide open. I was there again…
I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Corroded metal and rotten furniture of my apartment was once again surrounding me. But I didn’t mishear my phone, it was still ringing within my living room. Who could it be?
Well there was only one way to find out…
I stepped out of bed and didn’t feel cold metal on my feet for a moment, instead it was something thin and dry. A piece of paper.
I picked it up and noticed it was a page out of that book I read. I couldn’t read any of it as it was stained with blood. More pages of the book were scattered about on my floor. All unreadable. What was going on?
I walked to my living room where the phone was still ringing. As I approached it I carefully picked up the horn and brought it to my ear.
…
“Hello?”
It took a few seconds before i actually got an answer
“It’s always been like that Hm? Haven’t you done enough already?”
She seemed upset. Puzzled I was quiet for a while. “I-I’m sorry… who are you?” I finally brought out. I heard a sigh on the other side.
“Sorry is never enough, I will not ever forgive for what you have done!”
She hung up.
I stood still for a while , still clinging the phone to my ear.
“Never forgive me?” I questioned myself. “What does she mean with that? Must’ve dialed the wrong number…”
A loud bang suddenly caught my attention from behind me, as if something fell on the floor. I looked and saw one of my pictures from the wall had fallen off. I walked over to it and picked it up. The front glass had broken. It was the picture I took while I was on a holiday to a small resort town right at a lake. It was so nice and quiet there. It made me want to visit that place again someday…
There seemed to be something stuck to the backside of the picture. I turned it around and found a key to be taped to the back of it. Not wasting a moment I tore it off and tried it on my apartments door lock.
Yet no satisfying click sound… It wasn’t the key for this door. But where would it be for then?
The answer came almost at an instant. The toilet door was still locked…
Clenching the key in my fist I approached the toilet door. The smell was thicker than before, as if something rotten was on the other side. I brought the key to the lock, my hand shaking like mad and my heart thumping within my throat.
I knew something horrible was on the other side, and I didn’t quite wanted to know what, but if there was a way to figure out the dream…
*Click*
The door was unlocked. I moved the door handle down and carefully opened it outwards. It made a squeaking noise like an old attic door as I opened it. Peering through the door opening I could see some things inside.
My toilet, and my bath with shower. Everything seemed covered in dried blood, and a disgusting rotten smell filled my nostrils.
I stepped inside after seeing no real threat, and noticed another piece of paper on the top of my toilet. It was another part of that book, except I could read this one…
“…It was said that God built the place during the creation of the earth. It was a mid-phase of creating an eternal paradise on earth. Though it is also believed to be a purgatory. Some people even claimed it to be the work of the devil. But one thing is for sure, it is not a place of our world”
It’s like I heard this somewhere before…
Looking at the bathtub I noticed it was filled with disgusting brown water. It reeked as if something was rotting there for weeks. Only then did I notice the letters of blood marking the wall. Stumbling backwards I read the text. “The truth is down there” And an arrow pointed downwards. At the bathtub.
I swallowed and hesitated for a moment. But my urge to find out what was going on was too big. I reached for the cord of the bathtub plug, and pulled it.
The smelly brown water sank away into the drain. And it uncovered a small metal box nailed to the bottom of my bath… It had two simple switch locks. Curious that I was I clicked them open, and carefully opened it. A small piece of paper lay inside. Something was written on it.
“Silent Hill”
“Where did I… oh, right… Silent Hill was the resort town I went to a few years back. The one I had a picture of in my living room. Would the answers to my dreams lay there? I can’t really remember much from the last time I was there. But if there is a way to get rid of these nightmares by going, I might as well…”
There seemed to be nothing else of interest in my bathroom so I stepped out and went back to my bedroom. Before I managed to get there a huge headache suddenly overtook me, it was if my brain was tearing itself apart! I wanted to scream but nothing came out, and I collapsed on the metal floor.
While I saw the vent above me rotate and rotate I slowly started to lose my conscious as the sirens in the distance seemed to become louder and louder. Everything turned black…
Upon opening my eyes I saw my trusty old ceiling back. I was in my normal bed again. I sat up and looked around, I noticed the books from the library were still intact on my sheets, but something else was on top of them.
I reached forward and grabbed it, it was the note I had found in the bathtub… “Guess I’ll have to call in sick today.” I said to myself while stepping out of the bed and dropping the note in my pants pocket.
“I’ll go to Silent Hill…”
I called off college, said I was ill. It’s not like I had any important courses over the next few days, so a short vacation wouldn’t hurt.
I was driving my car along the road while having the map on the seat next to me. Just a few more miles and I was there according to my map.
I was trying to remember my last visit. I was there with someone else back then. I remembered how we just sat in the hotel room, staring at the beautiful lake. We’d count the birds that flew by, and try to guess what kinds it were. And we went to the nearby amusement park, she loved the rollercoaster ride. Something happened towards the end of the holiday though. I can’t quite remember. But I remember her frightened face.
My headache returned. So I dropped the thinking for a while and tried to keep my eyes on the road for the turn off. Most of the surrounding area was forest. Sometimes another car would pass by, and occasionally I would pass by a gas station. Other than that it was pretty closed off from the rest of the civilization. The roads here didn’t even had streetlights. I guess there weren’t that many people going to the town this time of the year.
Finally I saw the turn off, it was barely even noticeable. A small sign that was mostly covered in weeds at the side of the road, with an arrow pointing towards that split off to the right. The sign read “Silent Hill”. I steered and drove onto the road the sign send me.
Pine trees still surrounded the road to the left and right. But I knew I was getting closer. I felt an excitement coming over me, as if I was coming back somewhere where I had longed for so many years. I knew I had a good time here in my past. There were just too many blank pages still, but maybe I’d find my answers here again.
It didn’t took long before I came across another road sign. it read, “Welcome to Silent Hill”
I remembered passing this before, 4 years back…
Looks like there was some mist ahead. I slowed down my speed and drove carefully into the thick fog. I could still see the road ahead of me, just barely, but enough to keep moving. I passed some lookout spot for the lake, no other cars were parked on the lot, it kind of gave me a creepy feeling, as if I was the only one around. But then again visiting this place this time of the year wasn’t the greatest vacation date.
I suddenly had to kick the breaks. A big metal fence appeared from out of the fog in front of me blocking off the road. I stopped the car and opened the door to investigate if there was any way passing it. A few drum barrels and stones were standing here and there in front of the fence. Seems there were no redirection signs. Looked like a dead end for me.
I walked back to my car to see if there were any other roads leading to the town from here on the map. Yet no luck. All the other roads were miles around. Though there was a small side passage through the forest, but that means I’d had to take it on foot from here on. Shrugging I stepped into the car and closed the door again. Turned it around, and drove it onto the lookout parking lot at the lake view spot.
While turning off the engine I sighed. Would the answers really lie within this town? I took out the note I had in my pants pocket the whole time. I guess it would be kind of weird if it was just a dream, but this note didn’t lie. And there was something…
I fold up the map and placed it in my backpack. Stepping out of the car I could smell the fresh air of the pine trees that surrounded me. It felt so silent, I couldn’t even hear a bird in the sky. Only the eerie wind that blew through the forests could be heard.
I walked past the lookout edge and came across the small road that led into the forest. I moved down the stairs onto the sandy forest path and started my walk. The fog seemed to be everywhere here. Luckily there was only one road so I had not to fear of getting lost.
There wasn’t much sign of life within the forest except for the trees and myself. The path just moved downwards towards the lake. I moved past some old well and came across an iron gate. It wasn’t locked and seeing there was no other road to move onto I walked in.
An old graveyard covered the area with a small church located in the middle. Most of the names in the gravestones were unreadable. And it wasn’t like I knew any of them. The wind howled through the trees making the misty graveyard only more obscene. It was like hands could dig out of the graves any moment.
Moving on I passed another gate and came in what looked like the countryside’s of Silent Hill. Several farms were located around me, I noticed a signboard of a ranch among them. It all looked so deserted. As if everyone just dropped their work and left, there was even a truck left running on the side of the dirt road, in its trunk lay several trees ready for the sawmill. I guess the rest of the people would just be in the town. Maybe a ceremony or something. Maybe they all just took a day off. Yes it was a silly thought…
After another 5 minutes of walking I finally came up to a metal barred gate that led into the town itself. Upon opening it, it felt as if a trembling fear overtook me. As if something was out of place here. I hesitated for a moment.. But reminded myself why I was here. I stepped through.
The streets were also covered within the thick fog. I could barely see 2 meters ahead. Following my map I made my way towards the motel, as I better checked in first before going on a investigation. The streets still seemed deserted, and the fog was giving an uneasy feeling, as if I was walking through a ghost town. The cold wind gave me the chills, everyone couldn’t have just left like that. Or maybe this town really did turn into a ghost town over the years. But why did everything looked like it was abandoned just a day or maybe a few hours ago?
The town was known for its religious people. Perhaps there was some ceremony going on somewhere. It still seemed weird to me.
I finally arrived upon the motel. I checked the office but it also seemed empty. Doubting for a moment, I grabbed the only key that was left on the board. I guessed it was the only motel room not taken at the moment. ‘I’ll sign in when they return’ I told myself. I checked the key tag, ‘Room 406…’
I walked across the street to the rooms, clenching the key within my palm. Still not noticing any signs of life around me, I unlocked the room door and entered.
As I entered the room I could see two beds somewhat in front of me. There was a table to my right on which an old television sat. At the back of the room was an entrance to a small bathroom. It seemed to be a pretty standard room. I threw my pack next to the bed and dropped myself on top of the sheets. The trip was a long one, I’d better rest a bit before moving on to wherever I could start my search. I guess the Hotel on the other side of the lake would be one place.
I pulled the map out of my bag along with a red marker and circled the hotel area. I dropped the map back into my back and stretched myself on the bed. A bit of rest wouldn’t hurt, and I didn’t really plan on sleeping.
I lay my head on the pillow. I didn’t plan on sleeping… But the exhaustion had caught up with me, until I finally gave in, and fell into a deep sleep…
