Post 5: More Questions, No Answers

I stared down at the letter, trying to make sense of it all. Just the idea that my father wanted to find me... All these years my mother had been telling me that Bitter wanted nothing to do with me. She’d told me that he wouldn’t care for me, even if she died. And now I knew that she’d been lying. Bitter had wanted me back. He wanted to bring me home...

But why did my father, Tom Callaghan, go by the name of Bitter? I’d always thought that Bitter was a “nickname” of sorts that my mother had given him. But here was the proof that he actually went by that name! But why should he?

It was just the first in a long list of questions the letter had given me to think over. “That’s just great.” I whispered before picking up the letter and folding it. I was about to put it into the pocket where my radio was, I noticed that another piece of paper was on the table.

It was a tourist map. “Old Silent Hill.” I read aloud, before noticing that someone had drawn on the map. Did Mom do this? I wondered.


Before I could do anything else, my radio blared to life, spitting out static. I growled in annoyance and was about to try and turn the radio when I happened to look outside.

Stumbling down the street was... well at first glance I thought it was a man. He seemed to be wearing cloths of grey cloth, which were covered with blood. His arms seemed to be tied behind his back, as if he wore a straight jacket, and he walked with his legs bent inwards.

I was about to go our and try and help him, when I noticed his face. The...the thing had no eyes, just flat expanses of skin over where the eyes should have been and it’s nose was flat, with two slits, like a snakes.

Before I could scream, it opened it’s mouth, revealing decaying teeth and long blue grey tongue. From it’s open mouth came a horrible high pitched scream that hurt my ears, bringing tears to my eyes. I bit my tongue to hold back a scream, not wanting the creature to hear me.

To Be Continued