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Warning Warning Warning: Some spoiler alerts from the Silent Hill Video Game Series. Read on if you don't care, or have played Silent Hill.
   Spoilers from: Silent Hill One, Silent Hill 2, Silent Hill 3

Silent Hill: A Fanfiction
Chapter One: The Letter
"So, you're saying you would never go back to Silent Hill, not if your life depended on it?" I asked Heather, well sometimes she likes to go by Alessa. She looks like a Heather to me...
   "Never." Heather answered thoughtfully.
"Most people think your story isn't accurate or real. What do you say to this?" I asked.
    "I, honestly don't care. If they don't believe me, fine. But, I love how it is boarded up. Silent Hill. How they think the town won't call to those who need to go there." Heather said, and laughed at the end.
   "Alright! Thats all the time we have for the interview, Ms. Mason. I'll be seeing you." I said, and started out.
      "Ms. Halloway, right?" She asked as I started for the door.
    "Yes. Ginger Halloway." I said, nodding.
      "Don't go there, please. I know what other people have told you. Hell, people tell me that I'm mental. It doesn't mean what I saw wasn't real, and It was." Heather said, slowly but surely.
   "Alright Ms.Gillespie, I'll be seeing you." I said, and started off.
"How did you know that?'' She asked, setting down her book.
   "Know what, Ms.Mason?" I asked, thinking maybe she really was crazy.
"You just called me Ms.Gillespie. Alessa...My other halfs name." Heather said, looking as if she could cry.
      "Look ma'am, I lived and grew up in Brahms. I spent some time in Silent Hill when I was a girl. Then, after a fellow named James Sunderland dissappeared, that place was forbidden. Most people believed he eloped and moved away, but me and my granny think the red pyramid got 'im." I said, looking her dead in the eyes.
   "Red pyramid-?" Heather asked, inviting me back into her living room.
I walked with her, and sat across from her, on the couch. It was comfy, and I sunk into it.
        "In my family, we had a story about guilt. If you did something morally wrong, or harsh and mean, the red pyramid would come and punish you." I said, explaining my childhood stories.
             "Oh, really?" Heather asked.
      I looked from her to the tv. It suddenly switched on.
  "Now, if everyone could check their mailboxes. There has been a report of mail fruad." A handsome young man on the screen said.
He had short, tousled brown hair and pretty green eyes. I have no idea who he was or where I would know him from. He looked at least ten years older than me.
"Who is that? I have no clue as to why hes on there and Jason isn't." Heather started.
     "Whos Jason?" I asked her.
  "My boyfriend. Hes the anchorman for the channel 3 news." Heather said.
"Ginger, check the mail." Heather asked me.
"Don't know if I really want to. This guy's stare is creeping me out." I said, motioning her to look at how this guy was staring at me.
     "Hes looking into the camera, not you." Heather laughed.
   I got up, and started across the room, only to notice that his eyes followed me. I stopped.
    "Something wrong?" She started. I heard a sound like a bullet, and I ducked. An older man came walking through the door, he had brown hair and an automatic pistol in his hand.
        "Cheryl!" The man said, desperatly trying to hug her.
          "Dad!" Heather shouted, utterly horror-struck. "No, no..." Heather backed up into the corner.
       "Cheryl baby, whats wrong? You need a hug a from daddy, don't you?" The man said, slightly creepy, and sending chills up my spine.
   "No. Claudia killed you..." Heather started sobbing.
Them man aimed his pistol and shot Heather in the forehead, sending blood everywhere. He turned around, facing me, and pointed the pistol to my temple.
"Check the damn mail, or I'll shoot your brains out." He said, only his face warped. Warped into the man who was on the television.
    I slowly got up, and walked to the door. Opening it, I noticed the immense fog.
     I walked over to the mailbox and opened it, noticing one single letter. It was blood stained and old, being yellowy.
   "Open it." The man said, he somehow appeared behind me, because I couldn't hear him follow me down the gravel walkway. He was smiling, laughing manically.
      "No!" I screamed, and ran.
    Shoving the note in my shirt pocket, I ran all the way to the town beside Brahms, and shivered when I went to  read the sign.
       'Welcome to Silent Hill' Was in white lettering on the green highway sign.
      My cell phone started ringing, and I answered it. It was the man.
          "Welcome home, Ginger." He rasped, and I was shot in the back. I blacked out.
   *************
      I woke up in the clothes I was wearing. I sat up, but realized I was in my bed, not the cement of the rode I fell to yesterday. My back hurt really bad, but when I felt the back of my back, there was no blood.
     My shirt was tattered, dirty and soaked with sweat and mud. But, I reached into my shirt pocket and found the old, nasty blood stained envelope. Pulling it out, I read it.
           "I'll be waiting at home, Ginger. Please help me. Some guy named Harry says that if you don't come, I'll die."
     I screamed when I realized it was my little sister's handwriting. I jumped off my bed, and looked up 'Harry; Silent Hill' and read the article I found about him.
     'Harry Mason was taking a trip in the town of Silent Hill when his car crashed, losing his baby girl. He then battled the evil forces of the town.
      The author then adopted a baby girl, who he named Heather, who died yesterday. Cause of death was a pistol bullet to the head. Many people think she was getting to the point of this.
      The 13th year without her father, close to the time of his death, it was a shame. They say Harry Mason was cut up.'
     "This is all I need to know." I said to myself, not reading anymore. That was the most recent update about him so far on the net. Tears started to roll down my cheeks.
   I can't believe that all happend, I thought to myself. I screamed when I heard three knocks on the door, and hesitant to get the door, I asked who it was.
           "Its Derrick. Open up!" He shouted.
   I ran to the door, opened it, and once he got in, I slammed it shut.
     "What is your problem?" He asked me.
          "Look." I said, running into my room to get my note. I handed it to him, and he read it out loud.
    "Ginger, where are you? Harry says we're going to go to the amusement park. I don't want to go without you, it won't be much fun." Derrick started,
   "What?" I asked him."Thats not what it said a few minutes ago."
         "This looks like Lizzie's handwriting." Derrick said, looking it over.
                "That man, Harry, took Lizzie. Derrick, I have to go to Silent Hill. You can come if you want, but no ones stopping me." I said seriously, and started twards the door.
                  "Alright, lets go." Derrick said, and we left my house and entered the fog that had newly invaded Brahms.