The Room
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Category:
+S through Z › Silent Hill
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,867
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Silent Hill, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Room
This is a ficiton based on the game Silent Hill. Hope you’ll enjoy it.
The Room
Every night since Mary died I have this dream. I’m sitting on a chair in a big dark room, there is a bed with a naked woman in it. She looks just like her, she smells just like her but she just wasn’t her...she tells me to get naked and to fuck her. I throw my clothes on the chair and I start to fuck her. She screams, blood comes out of her mouth, she always dies while I’m fucking her. Her body gets colder and the view of this girl looking just like my dead wife excites me like hell. I cum on her face and put my clothes back on. I want to get out of this room but the door is closed and there is no window. Suddenly she stays behind me, puts her hand on my shoulder and turns me face to face to her. Her bloody face is horrible to look at, blood comes out of her mouth, eyes and ears, she says “KILL ME”. And then I always wake up.
My name is Tom, i’m 34 years old, I now live in a 2 room flat in small town called Silent City. This is a strange town, even when it’s in the afternoon the sky is dark. As I remember, since I’m here I never saw the sun...My life stopped day day my wife Mary died. She had breast cancer. Since this day I’m not the same anymore. It has been one week now that I can’t go out of my flat. I don’t know what is happening but I can’t get out of here. I can see people outside when I look out the window but I cant get out. My phone doesn’t work and when I scream nobody hears me. I can’t open the windows or the door. I don’t understand...
One week, one week without speaking to anybody, one week without getting out of here. Am I mad? Am I dead? I don’t know. My only occupation is reading and writing, so I decided to write every day what is happening. Maybe I do this to not become mad. I hope this will help me.
I’ll start here. Today we are Monday the 4th of August 2003.
I just wake up today at 2:00pm, I had the same dream as every night. The room, the girl, the sex and this bloody face. I still don’t know what it means.
Someone knocked at the door, but when I looked in the little hole there was nobody. I only saw the other doors of the neighbours. Who was it? I don’t know anyone here in Silent City, nobody knows me. I feel just like nobody, like a piece of shit.
A strange hole appeared in my bathroom. A hole just big enough to let me in. But why a hole would appear in my bathroom and where would it take me? There was a horrible smell comming out of this hole, I puked firsfirst time Illedlled that. At this moment I realy thought I was mad but this hole was real, I didn’t imagined all that.
I decided to go and see where it will take me...
Next Chapter will come soon.
The Room
Every night since Mary died I have this dream. I’m sitting on a chair in a big dark room, there is a bed with a naked woman in it. She looks just like her, she smells just like her but she just wasn’t her...she tells me to get naked and to fuck her. I throw my clothes on the chair and I start to fuck her. She screams, blood comes out of her mouth, she always dies while I’m fucking her. Her body gets colder and the view of this girl looking just like my dead wife excites me like hell. I cum on her face and put my clothes back on. I want to get out of this room but the door is closed and there is no window. Suddenly she stays behind me, puts her hand on my shoulder and turns me face to face to her. Her bloody face is horrible to look at, blood comes out of her mouth, eyes and ears, she says “KILL ME”. And then I always wake up.
My name is Tom, i’m 34 years old, I now live in a 2 room flat in small town called Silent City. This is a strange town, even when it’s in the afternoon the sky is dark. As I remember, since I’m here I never saw the sun...My life stopped day day my wife Mary died. She had breast cancer. Since this day I’m not the same anymore. It has been one week now that I can’t go out of my flat. I don’t know what is happening but I can’t get out of here. I can see people outside when I look out the window but I cant get out. My phone doesn’t work and when I scream nobody hears me. I can’t open the windows or the door. I don’t understand...
One week, one week without speaking to anybody, one week without getting out of here. Am I mad? Am I dead? I don’t know. My only occupation is reading and writing, so I decided to write every day what is happening. Maybe I do this to not become mad. I hope this will help me.
I’ll start here. Today we are Monday the 4th of August 2003.
I just wake up today at 2:00pm, I had the same dream as every night. The room, the girl, the sex and this bloody face. I still don’t know what it means.
Someone knocked at the door, but when I looked in the little hole there was nobody. I only saw the other doors of the neighbours. Who was it? I don’t know anyone here in Silent City, nobody knows me. I feel just like nobody, like a piece of shit.
A strange hole appeared in my bathroom. A hole just big enough to let me in. But why a hole would appear in my bathroom and where would it take me? There was a horrible smell comming out of this hole, I puked firsfirst time Illedlled that. At this moment I realy thought I was mad but this hole was real, I didn’t imagined all that.
I decided to go and see where it will take me...
Next Chapter will come soon.