Please refer to the OOC found [url=http://www.roleplaygateway.com/silent-hill-the-mist-ooc-t8599.html]here[/url] for bios and instructions on how to join and post.
-----------------------------------

Silent Hill...

The town was calling out, reaching for the ones it needed...

Its calls came in the form of strange dreams about the town, those that experienced them had an urge to visit the town...

Little do they know, once they arrive, they will never leave...

----------------------------------

Brahams police have cordened off the bridge to Silent Hill after an accident involving an SUV, the accident site was a SUV which had crashed into the guard rail, no passengers or driver, however a small sketch book was left behind with very strange drawings etched in crayon.

In the main city of Brahams, Silent Hills calls are starting to reach out, inhabitants have been experiencing wierd dreams and urges all connected to one thing 'Silent Hill'.

Their stories, their trials, this is their experiences...

Ever since her mother and stepfather died of 'Unknown causes',Megan had been having strange dreams,about some place called "Silent Hill", and sometimes she would have dreams about a girl named "Alessa Gillespie".These nightmares had been occuring every night and she could'nt take it anymore.She knew the only way to make them stop was to go to Silent Hill, which was next to her hometown of Brahams, so she could probably walk.The next day she set out for Silent Hill with nothing with her but the clothes on her back.Megan walked down the road to Silent Hill, ignorant to the nightmares she would face in this tainted town.

After a long day of school; soccer practice, math tests, studying and the works. I decided to call it a night. However, I've has been having these... strange dreams lately. I couldn't explain why I was having them, but whenever I would call my grandmother and ask her about them, she would always reply, "Don't worry about it DeMonte, dreams are just another gateway in the ones mind. That town is a fabrication."

But it wasn't ... I would always see a vague vision of a broken down sign, on it read 'Silent Hill'. My parents have even told me I've been mumbling in my sleep lately. Whenever I would try to explain these... visions, I wouldn't remember the dream when I was explaining the story, its been an odd occurrence that has happened more than once. During the following school day, I went to investigate in the school library. I waltzed over to an empty school computer making sure that no one was to snoop around and eavesdrop. My eyes started to widen. My hands shook with anticipation. I typed in, ' S i l e n t H i l l' and received feedback.

"A ghost town..." I said quietly to himself making sure I wasn't too loud. There wasn't much information about the town. There had been a terrible accident with the coal mines. "Had spirits been trying to commune with me?" I asked myself. I scanned down the website for a possible location. I had found it, and it wasn't far. I told myself, "I'm going there tonight..."

Another day, another problem. Another case of this Silent Hill fever.

I leaned back into the stiff chair behind my desk, adjusting my glasses with a sigh. I was oddly impatient today. Fidgety even. My fingers tugged relentlessly at the bottom of the white button-up blouse. Pulling at the buttons, popping them, redoing them. Why was I so stressed?
Two men walked into my office. Burly men, I recognized them. It was Bruce and Anthony, the guards at the town asylum. I had requested a session with one of the patients there. His name was Bernard, and he was mentally insane.

"Are you ready Ms. Michaels?" Bruce whispered, as if it were a top secret conversation.
I leaned forward onto my desk looking over my glasses at him. "Yes, Bruce, bring him in." I whispered back.

They nodded and left. It wasn't long until the straggly man was pulled into my office. And of course he was laughing. I might laugh too, if I had skittish Bruce as my guard. I shook off the thoughts. Time to clear my head. He can help me, and I can help him.
He sat into the burgendy chair with a soft thud, wiggling in his straight jacket.

"Hey- it's you, Sara." he smiled. It amazed me how normal the insane could appear sometimes.
"Yes Bernard, it's me. Now. How was your day?" I asked. I had to be patient. I was that way with all clients. You work up to the point, you never jump right to it. Only in desperate situations.

"Why don't you just ask me about the dreams?" Bernard cooned with a tiny hint of amusement. It was odd how he went from a normal greeting to the mentally unbalanced so quickly. It startled me too. My eyes were a little wide, their blue hue drifting over his figure.
"Well, then tell me about them." I tried to smile, as best I could, folding my hands on my desk, letting the long blond hair along the side of my face settle lightly on the desk as well.

Bernard laughed again. Nonstop. It hurt my ears. Made me feel... unstable. I wanted to slap him. Why was he so resistant?
I couldn't think about it anymore.
Bernard jumped across the desk.

I fell out of my chair as he stood on my desk looking down on me.
"You cannot run, you have them too! You were asking for it Sara, and now it's here! Why can't you understand it? Silent Hill is in your head too!"

Bruce and Anthony were quickly at him, carrying him and his laughing hysteria out of the room. I sighed, lifting my chair and setting it back.
"I'm leaving." I said to the secretary. And I did just that.
Went home, stripped down and threw on a baggy "Lakers" shirt, plopping on my bed.

Why me? Why was this happening?

Megan: Megan is walking down the street when a bike speeds past her nearly knocking her off balance, she continues down to find the police blockade and the guy who passed her before.

Monte: Monte is riding down to Silent Hill on his bike when he passes a girl walking down, ignoring her, he continues on to a police blockade.

Sara: You fall asleep and start to dream of Silent Hill, the dream is so real, in it you see Mist as far as you can see and a shadow ahead of you.

I peddled, I peddled as fast as I could on my bike. I didn't really have much vision, it was too dark to see. Then suddenly, up ahead was a girl walking, I swerved over to the right of her avoiding it hit her dead on. I sighed with relief. "That could've been ugly..." I thought to myself. My destination was just ahead. However, the outcome was not what I suspected. There was a police blockade, and they didn't look like they were going to let an average kid through.

I hopped off my bike, placing both my hands on the handles, then walking slowly towards the police barricade. I observed around the blockade attempting to find a police officer who might be able to answer some of my questions.

I was walking down the road when i heard pedaling, I turned around just in time to see a guy riding a bike about to crash into me.I jumped to the side and saw he was about to crash into the police barricade.

"Hey!"I ran over to him and asked him
"Are you okay?You went through here like a bat out of hell."I was quiet for a second then i asked him another question.

"So are you trying to get to Silent Hill, too?I've been having these strange dreams about Silent Hill and about a girl named Alessa Gillespie.Do you know who she is?It's almost as if this town were calling me to it."

Just as I was about to question a near by police officer, I started to hear echoing foot steps, as though they were running towards me. Slowly, I turned my head only to find the girl I almost hit on the way here.

"Uhm... yeah I'm fine" I said confusingly, she started to flood me with questions. I couldn't recollect, so instead I gave a slight nod in response.

"Uhm... who are you?" I asked bluntly, very confused on who this person was and why they were interrogating me.

I had let myself glide into a smooth sleep. It was peaceful. Cool, and breezy.

I looked up and around me. Though there was nothing to be seen. Mist as thick as smog shrouded my sight.
I began to walk, noticing I was wearing the outfit I had worn to work today. White blouse, black skirt. Thigh-highs a smooth beige color and some black high heels with 3 inch heels.
I felt the mist on my skin, in my eyes, everywhere. This was no ordinary dream. Or was I dreaming at all? Everything was so vivid.
Looking down on the road I could see every gravely piece, every crack and weed that sprang up through it. In the distance to my right there was a rectangle. No, a sign. As I got closer, it read "Silent Hill".

It was happening. I was going insane. I was becoming one of my patients. Soon I would be jumping on one of my collegues desks, telling them about their dreams...
I crossed my arms over my chest as the wind blowed. Sadly, the wind took my glasses. I stepped forward, and heard them snap as I tripped when my high heel snagged them.
I fell on my knees and felt the ground for them. They were shattered. I could not see well without them...
I tried to bring myself to an easy stand, slowly, steadily. I slipped off my high heels, I was safer to walk blindly without them.

I tried to focus my sight, but everything was an eerie grey. I turned around and looked.
"Hello? Anyone? Help me!" I cried, afraid. Unsure of what my mind was doing. Of why I caught this illness.
And I was facing ahead again. Up the road towards Silent Hill. A dark grey speck in the distance. I rubbed my eyes, and it was closer. I stepped forward.
"Hello, could you tell me what I'm doing here?" I asked. Psychology in my dreams? I was truly losing it.
I blinked and the shadow was in front of me. Less than a foot away. I could not define it, but it was ice cold, leering over me.


I lunged out of bed, screaming, slamming my hand against the night stand and finding my glasses, sliding them on, and hitting the light switch. My breathing was ragged, and I felt as if I had been hit in the head by a brick.
It was still daytime outside my apartment. If I couldn't sleep, perhaps I could go walking. Or just sit over the steps of my apartment complex.

I slid on a pair of jeans to go with the oversized shirt, and I stepped outside. Locking my door and treading down to the front steps. I sat there, my head covered by my left hand as I held a small audio recorder in my right.
I held it up to my mouth:
"Day 10, I saw Silent Hill. But this time... There was a shadow..."

Brightly colored lights danced on the darkened stage to the beat of the rock techno music that was being blared out the various speakers in the club. They had the bass turned up so high that drinks on the tables shook, and hell Erin could feel the vibrations in her heels as she danced on the stage. She had been working there for almost a year now and so her dance routines was near perfect. Lucky for her she had a good sense of rhythm and wasn't distracted by loud drunks screaming at her. Hell with the fifty hour weeks she had been getting these past few months 'The Player's Club' was like her actual home now, or at least more of a home than her crummy apartment.

Running her slender hand along the golden pole in the center of the stage Erin glanced into the crowd trying to see beyond the stage lights. The only thing more blinding than darkness were bright stage lights. She could see outlines of the people there, but the only faces were of the men in the first and second rows. Even though they were in the front most of the men were leaning forward trying to get a better look at the eighteen year old on stage. The rest were just a mass of screaming, and leering shadows.

Reaching up Erin, or Bambi, grabbed ahold of the pole while easily lifting herself up into the air. Flinging her body to the right she used the momentum to spin herself while looping her legs around the pole. Her eyes focused on the pole using it to spot so she wouldn't get dizzy. Only when she started to slow down did Erin dare look out into the crowd searching for who had the most cash in their hands. It was a faceless figure seated in the middle of the front row that caught the girl's attention first though as the air caught in her throat.

ITS HIM!

Fear and shock instantly jolted the stripper making her let go of the pole as a gasp echoed through the crowd. For a moment the world seemed to slow down as Erin tumbled backwards in the air. Her eyes were locked on the faceless figure watching him as he watched her. She only knew him from her dreams, and even then the two never had spoken. Erin's body went suddenly cold as the figure turned its head still watching her fall.

This can't be-

Erin's thoughts stopped soon as she landed on her back. The soft thud that her body made against the stage, or the yelp she cried couldn't be heard above the music that still blared on. The girl knew that in any second more girls would come on stage to quickly take her place and drag her off. No matter what the show would go on. Even still, Erin lay there in a daze while the lights danced over her sweaty body. Air started to seep back into her lungs as she slowly turned her head to the crowd once more looking for him. The figure was no more. Though...his seat was empty. The only empty seat in a packed strip club was the one front and center...it made no sense...

I had been there for hours. And nightfall was setting in. I had wasted enough of my time staring at the concrete under my bare feet.
I jumped up, tossing the recorder into the black trashbin over the railing. I made way back up to my apartment. Opening the door, closing it. Moving in one direction, with one major goal.
I stormed over to my closet, grabbing a short-sleeve white shirt, and threw it on after discarding the purple ragged shirt. I pulled my hair back up into it's high ponytail, the long bangs in the front streaming past my cheeks and onto my chest. In my pocket I slid my new cell phone -sleek and black, a flip phone-, my wallet, a tiny flashlight, and a pocket knife.

I grabbed my car keys as I went to the door, sliding on my white and orchid toned Asics running shoes.
I danced out of the door and to my car. I sat down into the driver's seat, and put the key in the ignition. Cranking the smooth black Impala, I let myself rest back against the seat and headrest. What was I doing? Going to Silent Hill? Going solo, MIA on everyone to uncover the reason behind the odd insanities that were now affecting me?

Yes.

I reached to the radio, and it buzzed to staticy life before I touched it.
"Sil...ent...Hill." It buzzed. It was hard to hear, and it was possible that paranoia broke my logic down and made Silent Hill the first and foremost possibility.
I clicked the radio off as my foot touched the gas pedal, and I roamed down the streets, heading to the psychopathic dream world...

Sara: During the journey to Silent Hill your mind wanders, the radio bursting with static and a figure suddenly appearing on the road causing you to crash into the guard rail, knocking you unconcious, when you awake there's nothing but a heavy mist all around.

Megan and Monte: While at the blockade you hear screeching tires nearby and a crash, while the police are distracted you sneak in together and get seperated as the fog gets heavier and heavier, you both lose conciousness, when you awake you are surrounded by the heavy mist.

Erin: After the show on the stage you return home only to pass out, you awake to find yourself in a heavy mist and next to a bar of sorts, the sign reading 'Heaven's Night' and big letters carved into a nearby wall it reads 'WELCOME TO HELL'

My drive was too quiet. I couldn't handle the silence. But I was paranoid, slowly edging onto insanity, so I had to avoid the things that heightened it's occurances. The radio was one of them.

I had been driving from my side of town, the wealthy side so-to-speak. And Silent Hill was farthest from there. Almost an hour had passed...

The road was dark and night was here. My headlights only availed the same long black stretch of road. I looked over to the passanger's window and saw nothing but long rocks reaching upward. This place was odd beyond reason, and though I had no logical reason to be afraid, I was. I stiffened my back and inhaled deeply.

"The mind is but a tool for survival. To astrange that mind and vicitimize it with paranoia and mental delusion is to rust away a good tool." I said loud to myself, trying to soothe the silence. It was something a history professor told me.
My car hit a bump, and my head twisted back to glance at what it was. As I turned my head back, there was the shadow. Clear. Tall, rigid. I was about to hit it. Instincts as hateful as they are, took over. My hands spun the wheel, and my head slammed against the wheel, my glasses falling to the floor. I had hit, if not broken through, the guard rails...


How long had passed? I leaned back, sucking in a deep breath, rubbing my head. There seemed to be no blood. I was fine. But my beautiful black Impala was totalled.
I felt the seat beside me and found my glasses intact. Thank God. I slid them over my nose and sighed. I pressed against the door but it did not open. I crawled into the passenger's seat. That door opened for me.
I stepped out, looking around, astonished. Was I dreaming again? Stuck in this thick mist?
No. I wasn't dreaming this time...

Matt woke with a start, a strange texture under his cheek. Sitting up, the keyboard under his head reluctantly let go of his face, popping off with a disturbing sucking sound. "Uuurrrgh." Looks like I fell asleep typing again. Blarg. He rubbed the side of his face, feeling the square indents the keys had left from too many hours of pressure. "I've really gotta stop doing this..."

Matt flopped back in his chair, running a hand through hair rendered tangled from too much work and not enough maintenance. He adjusted his glasses and stared blearily at the screen. The Word document up in front of him was blank except for a long string of nonsense his face had spelled out when he went unconscious.

ekjfnnalgrkjn/s,rmg nlskrg"<:hillllllllllllllsfn.r,ns/.e/,m.fsil_entkesfn.,mnk

The string of text made him nervous for no good reason he could figure out, so he closed the window and declined to save it. Shutting down the computer, he got up and went to the refrigerator he shared with his dorm mate. Alex hadn't showed up at all, it seemed, so Matt figured that he'd ended up crashed on a sofa at whatever party he'd hit up last. A glance at the clock said "|-| | |_ |_" ... no. That can't be right. He shook his head and looked again. 2:30. AM.

There was no more Jolt in the fridge. Just moldy cheese.

"Damn it."

Matt: In time, you decide to venture out to find a heavy mist everywhere, when you look back the house the exited is boarded up, a pocket radio lies in the middle of the road, the road markings spelling HELL where it should say STOP.

Ace was still sitting at the table trying to make sense of his calculus homework, he sighed and laid his head on his work.

"How did you manage to pass?" he asked his sister, Shannon.

She was busy making dinner having already finished her paper, "Well I didn't have try putting my head on homework hoping it would solve itself."

He stuck out his tongue and raised his getting back to work. The radio was playing faintly in the background, Shannon turned it up hearing the news break coming on.

"...In the last few weeks a number of people have been disappearing. The police have no lead what or who is behind this happening..."

"That's kind of scary," she shuttered, "just being here one day and gone the next without a trace."

"Oh come on, there's a reasonable explanation as to why those people are disappearing," he said.

"What if it's something that is beyond our understanding," she asked reaching into the cabinet, "science can't solve everything."

"It's a good start," he mumbled.

She looked at him, then shook her head focusing back on her cooking. Ace felt that she was being way to superstitious about the whole situation. He closed his math book fed up with trying to the problems and decided to ask a tutor tomorrow after his classes were finished.

Cyrus let out a big yawn, stretching, he had been sitting in front of his Computer for hours, stuck on a single Paragraph. Being an author was hard work, something he loved, but despised. He stood up, staring out at the beautiful majestic lake before him, it was slightly eerie though, a small fog over it. It kind of reminded him of the stories of this so called, "Silent Hill." He heard several people going missing and such, it kind of gave him an idea for a Book. Grinning he turned back, towards the Kitchen, he had a fresh pot of Coffee just brewing for him, and he poured himself some. He drank as it was, nice and Black, just how he liked it. Smiling he sat back down, taking in the warmth of the cup, setting it down, he cracked his knuckled, heading back to work. He wrote for a few minutes, and he just felt tired, that was why he couldn't get any ideas out. Though as of late, he did have some strange dreams, sleeping seemed not as the best option. Sadly he needed sleep, yawning he stood up, heading towards the Couch in his Living Room, he melted in it falling asleep.

Suddenly, a car crash occurred. A chance! I thought to myself. With the police distracted we might be able to get through!

"Come on! Lets go to Silent Hill together" I threw my bike forcefully on the cold pavement near a police vehicle, gripping the girl's wrist and running past the barricade. Running as fast as I could, I merely forgot about the girl, and her physical conditions such as... could she even maintain this speed? Peering down at the sides all I saw was mist, thick mist. I peered to the side of the bridge looking down, all I saw was a faint silvery colored mist.

"What the hell..." I thought to myself, I stopped running, mostly to make sure she wasn't being dragged. However, as I peered back towards the blockade, it vanished into the mist. I gripped the girl's wrist even tighter.

"Look... whatever happens we stay together." I bluntly stated, hoping that she would understand. I continued forward towards the other end of the bridge. I started getting colder. I released my grip from her wrist and wrapped my hands around my arms, trying to get warmth back into my body. However... my legs started to be more of a hassle to lift. My arms... became weaker and weaker as though my strength was dispersing. My vision became blurry, I tried to shake my head and concentrate but it had no effect.

"I... I...-" I faintly said, trying to make out a sentence. I blacked out.

I groaned slightly as I awoke. The ground was freezing. As my vision started to come back to me, I noticed this thick... moist mist. My body...was becoming even colder. Am I dead...? I thought to myself, Or just another dream...? I placed my palms flat on the ground to support myself up, my knees implanted on the ground. Then stiffening my knees. I observed my surroundings, but there was nothing. The girl was gone. I wiped off my dirty hands on my jeans, then cupped my hands like a microphone shouting as loud as I could,

"Hello!!!" ... all I received in response was my echo. "What the... hell is going on here?" I asked myself, hoping to receive an answer. "Where am I..." I said quietly to myself, taking a step forward into the mist.

Ace: After school tomorrow, on your way home a heavy mist descends as you pass a hotel, you pass out and awake next to the Lakeside Hotel, the heavy mist all around you.

Cyrus: You dream of a hospital, within you witness the bloodiest operations ever close to sadism, during the dream you stumble and fall unconcious, when you awake, you realise you are in the hospital, for real.

Monte: You search for the girl and stumble across an old cafe, the windows blackened out, inside the window is scribed in white paint 'DOWN THE HOLE, FOREVER'

No sign of life....
No sign of the girl...
No sign of well... anything, just this repetitive mist.

I started to feel the warmth coming back to my body though. Me eyes glanced back and forth, looking for anything really, and that something came. From a far a shape of a building started to form. My eyes widened, my legs began to move slightly faster. Excited about the discovered that I had found.

As I appeared closer and closer to the building there was a sign. 'Silent Hill Cafe House' , it read. A Cafe house, how rich. I thought to myself. I walked more cautiously this time. Making sure to spot ahead for anything that might catch me off guard. I pressed my right palm against the window, it was hot, abnormally hot. I removed my hand and gazed at my palm. It was covered in ash. I smeared the ash from my palm onto my jeans. Wrapping my sweat shirt around my hand, wiping off most of the ash from the window. Taking my hand out of my sweat shirt I cupped my eyes and peered inside the window, observing a ... very confusing message.

'DOWN THE HOLE, FOREVER' the message was scribed in white paint. What does that mean? I questioned. I cocked my head back and did another survey of my surroundings, but saw nothing. I sluggishly walked to the cafe door. It was closed, however there was a sign that read. 'CLOSED' in red lettering, 'Will be back at...' There was a miniature clock that read 3:30. In reaction, I lifted up my left sleeve from my sweatshirt and read my digital watch. It also read, 3:30. Gripping my hand on the doors iron handle. It was hot. Really hot. I gripped tighter and pushed on the door.