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Dark Descent	By : PyramidHead316 Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 8601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 18: Surreal
Alternate Brookhaven - Part 2

Alessa descended into the second floor hallway. She had left behind the room north of here, where that creature had escaped from. The idea of Valtiel watching over her was both an enticing one, but it was also disturbing. While she was relieved to have a protector here that would make things easier, that meant the creature had been tracking her since the very beginning. If the creature was indeed looking after her, that meant that he was watching her every move. She didn’t know if she could trust Valtiel, or whether it was trustworthy for her, or whether it was moving her toward some kind of trap. Alessa wasn’t comfortable knowing that some creature out there was watching her every maneuver. What was its purpose here? Alessa wasn’t sure whether she should be avoiding it, or trying to seek it out to get closer to it to learn more about it.
She headed towards the elevator that would take her down to the basement. The gate slammed down behind her over the entrance with a bang. After pressing the button, the elevator gradually began its descent down to the basement level.
Suddenly, a strange sound began to emanate from her radio speakers. It sounded like the static one would get from a radio transmission, and it was gradually growing louder and louder, blaring from the tiny speakers on her radio. But it wasn’t like the static she got when there were monsters nearby. Alessa knew there weren’t any monsters nearby, so it wasn’t that. What the hell was this? The transmission grew and grew, until it gradually clarified. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the speakers, making Alessa jump completely by surprise.
“Hi there, everybody, thanks for tuning in. Welcome to another exciting edition of “Trick or Treat”!” a loud announcer’s voice announced from the tinny confines of the speakers. There was a sound of audible cheering coming from the background, as if this was being broadcast from a studio somewhere and there was a complete crowd in the background on the set to cheer him on.
Alessa frowned to herself in befuddlement. What the hell was this?
“Here you either answer the questions correctly and win a great prize, or fail to answer correctly and receive the punishment,” the announcer said cheerily with an ominous tone in his voice as some cheeky game show-type music played on in the background. The crowd cheered excitedly once again, like they were watching the most exciting show ever.
Alessa frowned to herself in disgust. She didn’t have time for this.
She slammed the radio down against the floor of the elevator. The static faded out, as the mechanical device was jarred from the hard impact on its shell. Suddenly, the transmission returned full force, as if absolutely nothing had happened at all.
“I apologize for that, folks. As I was saying, you either answer the questions correctly and win a great prize, or fail to answer correctly and receive the punishment! It all depends on you.” The crowd gave a loud cheer. “And our returning contestant today is one Miss Alessa Gillespie! Welcome back, my dear. We have missed you for far too long,” the voice said, in what seemed to be a mock-wistful tone. The crowd murmured a general tone of agreement, apparently behind the sentiment.
Alessa groaned in disgusted frustration. Fine. She would play their little game and answer whatever questions they gave her, and then she would get the hell out of here. Maybe she would get something nice out of it in the end. And what did he mean by returning contestant? She picked up the radio and listened in closely to the transmission.
“Okay, let’s get down to business. In the distinguished area of old Silent Hill, near the traditional Midwich Elementary School, is an old water works that leads to the sewer system of the area. Near that water works is a grand roadway that leads to the resort area of the town. If you follow that path all the way through, it leads you to the great bastion of amusement in the town, the great Lakeside Amusement Park! The Question is: What is the name of that road?”
“One: Bachman Road.”
“Two: Bloch Street.”
“Three: Nathan Avenue.”
“Are you sure you got that? Okay, quickly on to question number two. In the neighborhood of South Vale, there is an abandoned old coal mine. This coal mine was instrumental in the early rise of the town, and allowed it to be transformed into a resort town after its riches had dried up. What is the name of that mine?”
“One: Toluca Coal Mine.”
“Two: Shepherd’s Glen Coal Mine.”
“Three: Wiltse Coal Mine.”
“Now for our third and final question. A few years ago, a local miscreant from the Order managed to launch a campaign and get himself elected to the city council. This man went on to abuse the power of his position, using it to kill his enemies, manipulate the town to the benefits of the Order, and peddle his drug distributions all across the town. The third and final question is: What was the name of this terribly minded man?”
“One: Jimmy Stone.”
“Two: Toby Archbolt.”
“Three: Scott Fairbanks.”
“Well, that’s the last of our questions. Have you got it all figured out? When you know the answers, head to the storeroom on the 3rd floor to collect your prizes! But be careful. If you’re wrong…” the announcer laughed sinisterly. The ominous tone was definitely not something the girl listening liked. “Well then everybody, thanks for tuning in. See you again sometime, on the next exciting edition of “Trick or Treat”! Bye bye!” There was cheering as the announcer departed, with people hollering and clapping.
The transmission fizzled out, leaving only silence in the elevator.
Alessa shook her head. This town was getting weirder with every passing year. Once she had a degree of partial control over the town, able to manipulate it and control its textures to her whims. Now it seemed the factors of the town were running amok all over the place, with strange things occurring randomly that made no sense whatsoever. And Alessa had the feeling that there were things in here that even she didn’t know about. It was all surreal, and very, very disturbing. Alessa pondered if she even wanted to know what was motivating the town now, or if she was better off not knowing.
The occurrence just now was an example. Alessa pondered what it even meant. It sounded like the transmission was coming from the depths of Hell itself.
Groaning inside, she let it go. Alessa guessed she would have to roll around by the storeroom on the third floor on her return trip. Maybe she would get something worthwhile out of it, if nothing else.
Alessa shook her head in disbelief. God damn, that elevator ride had taken forever, while listening to that stupid radio game! It seemed like she had been trapped for 15 minutes in this elevator, listening to that twisted host and his transmission. She settled down, knowing it was pointless to fight about it with this town.
Sigh.
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Alessa entered into the morgue.
This was disturbing. She immediately shuddered all over, as the air hit her with a full force of atmosphere. There were corpses all over, laid out on stretchers made from thin metal, covered with sheets. The smell of the dead bodies was overwhelming. It was pungent with a sickeningly sweet odor. The smell was everywhere. It wasn’t enough to make Alessa cover her mouth and nose, but it was getting there. They weren’t recently dead, then. Alessa thought about what that phone caller told her about Stanley being #7 here now. Even though these were just ordinary people, she hated the thought of a man ending up down here, like this. Where did they all come from? Were they all people who got dragged into the Otherworld, against their will, made into corpses, and put on display here on these slabs? Or were these just the victims of the hospital, the people who had been brutally tortured and murdered by the doctors and nurses here, after being locked up here?
There were rows of slabs lined up, each with a different number. They were twelve in all, and they were covered with a sheet that was laid out over their bodies. That was okay; Alessa didn’t want to know what injuries were under them anyway. Alessa wove in through the rows of corpses, trying to find the reason why she had been brought here. Why was this place so important? The elevator wouldn’t have made this place accessible unless there was something important here. What was she supposed to find here? She ran up to the wall on the far side of the place, and saw what she needed to open. There was a lock on the wall, and she saw that it was a half-oval segment separate from the wall, with finely worn edges around it. What was this place? Well, whatever it was, it was clear that she had to open it, and there was something important inside. She looked up and saw that there was a clue to this puzzle inlaid on the peeling wall. There was a series of squares laid out like a grid, one for each corpse, and there were Roman numerals in the squares: I, IV, II, and III.
Alessa paused for a moment. What the hell was this? She knew she was being told the answer to some puzzle, but she couldn’t quite figure it out. It took her a moment to process the knowledge. Once she had, she suddenly knew what she had to do.
Alessa ran back to the slabs taking a look at them like she hadn’t done before. There were twelve of them in all, although two of them were empty; the ones in the middle upfront. She hadn’t noticed that before. She noticed that each of them had numbers on them, and they were corresponding to each of the corpses. That gave her an idea. She went to the slab that the phone caller said was Stanley’s. She hated to get close to it, but she had to do what was necessary. She noted there was a “7” on it. Good, that one was down. The next slab was to the right of it, and that contained an “8”. That was the fourth number in the sequence. Up next came the slab right above this one. That contained a “4”. The last slab was the one to the middle right of the room. Alessa had to jog to that one and she remained a little breathless, since she didn’t want to waste any time. She read the sign and discovered that this one had a “6” attached to it. Alessa thought it over in her mind. Stanley’s slab was the first one in the number, and that contained the number “7”. The slab to the upper right of it was the second one in the sequence, and that one was the number “4”. The third digit in the sequence was the slab to the right, which was the one possessing #”6”. Lastly, the slab to the bottom had the number “8”. Alessa put it all together, and she realized the code was “7468”! Yes, great thinking on her part, she thought to herself. She hurried to enter the code, wanting to get out of here as fast as possible. She turned the numbers on the combination lock, and sure enough there was the telltale click indicating the lock had been unlocked. Yes! Alessa pulled open the compartment and winced when she saw what was inside. The smell was what hit her first, a smell of burning and death, multiplied by lingering decay going on for years.
There was a key inside. Alessa winced as she saw the ashes past it. Oh. This was a crematorium. Alessa got a sinking feeling, as she realized what this must have been used for. Creepy. It reminded her of the Tall Man.
Alessa grabbed the burnt key and stuffed it in her pocket. There was nothing left inside the furnace except a bunch of ashes. She really wanted to get out of this place.
There was nothing else to do here, so she was free to leave the place. She was thankful for that. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand to be here. This place was oppressive, dark, and moldy. She was surrounded by corpses, and the laid out sheets covering them. The rotten flesh surrounding her, and the reminders of death at every turn; ah, it was definitely not what she needed right now.
Alessa tapped the button for the elevator. Suddenly, she felt the air growing cold around her, and the feeling of something changing in the room. Alessa turned around, searching for the source of the disturbance. She looked around for what was causing this to happen; she had her gun and was ready to fire if necessary. Her heart almost stopped at what she saw. Stanley was getting up. The corpse on #7 had sat up straight, and its legs were now dangling over the gurney. Alessa’s eyes widened, not able to believe what she was seeing. What was this? He slid the sheet off him as he sat up on the stretcher, and placed his feet on the floor with a sickening thud. Alessa hit the button for the elevator again, before turning back to stare at the sight of her impossible suitor come to life, in this impossibly horrifying scenario. She looked back, and she was shocked. Stanley was slowly moving towards her. His heart had been cut out, and there was a circling ring of blood surrounding it. He almost seemed to be holding it, but there was nothing in his hands as he reached out towards her. He was pale, and the skin had taken on a graying-greenish hue, as befitting of a corpse. His genitals were missing. Not that she wanted to contemplate it, but Alessa almost would have preferred it if there was some telltale sign of them having been ripped off, rather than the smooth skin that lingered around his groin. It was unnatural, and disturbing. Oh God, what was going on here? This couldn’t really be happening. The face was stretched across in a taut manner, in a zombified grin, smiling in agony as he reached out towards her with arms spread aloft.
“H-H-Heather…” the corpse rasped in a strained, withered voice. “Heather…” he walked slowly towards her, reaching out towards the woman he had pursued in life.
Alessa frantically tapped the button to the elevator. Oh God, where the hell was the elevator? What the hell was taking it so long? The corpse was slowly shambling towards her, shuffling its decayed feet along on the ground with horrid slaps of flesh. Alessa looked at the corpse and knew she had to shoot, but even with the hideous display of revulsion that was approaching her, she still couldn’t bring herself to shoot the man. She buried her face in her arms, hiding from the air above as she readied for what was about to happen. Stanley reached out to her, and she could almost feel the sensation of his hands as he went to embrace her; it was an ethereal, ghostly touch that sent shivers throughout her body, surrounding her with its presence. Alessa was ready to scream as she was being smothered by Stanley’s overwhelming presence, bearing down on her like a cloth being draped over her skin. Suddenly, the whole atmospheric feeling disappeared.
Alessa looked up at the room. She looked around the room for anything out of place. Stanley’s corpse was still lying on the gurney, covered by a blanket, just where she’d left it. There was no sign of him moving, or getting up from the gurney. There was nothing in the room, or any sign that there was something amiss just a few moments before. Everything was exactly as it was.
Alessa stared at the morguish room. What the hell was that? Was Stanley’s soul really in here, talking to her…? She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to adjust to the new reality of the place, or determine if she really was suffering some sort of hallucination.
The ding of the elevator announced the arrival of the compartment behind her. Alessa hurried into the elevator without a second thought. She couldn’t get out of here fast enough.
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AN: Some dialogue may be borrowed from the games. The questions are mine. Mine!
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