Silent Hill: Freaks and Sinners

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Silent Hill: Freaks and Sinners

It had been a long day for Harry Mason. A long terrifying day. The car accident on its own had been bad enough. But if only things had stayed so simple. Cheryl, for some reason had wandered off into the town. The town which had Harry on his last nerve.

Silent Hill.

It seemed normal enough at first. He had thought he'd seen Cheryl run down an alley. Only that alley merely led to hell for him. He had been mauled by these... things. There was no other way to describe them. They stabbed him, dragged him down, and beat him until he lost conciousness. That cop had found him. What was her name? It didn't matter, she had proved useless. Rather than do her job as an officer, she simply handed Harry a gun and told him to take care.

The search for Cheryl had proven fruitless. Every clue led him to either a dead end or bottomless pit of fear. This town had a serious problem. There was nothing else to even say about it. It was filled with monsters and when the siren went off...

Harry shuddered at the thought of that noise. It was like summoning the blackest heart of Hell itself. A message to the demons who waited in the shadows that it was time for them to indulge their thirst for human flesh. It certainly explained why the town was empty.

But right now Harry was glad to be alive. The beast that lived under Midwich had almost killed him, had it not been for an extremely lucky shot that blinded it. Harry now was taking a rest and trying to gather his thoughts. He was pressed against wide door frame trying to avoid the creatures he saw hovering in the skies around the foggy town.

That was when he heard something new. Not the siren. Not the screech of an attacking demon. Rather it was something that strenghtened him. Bells. Loud peels rang from in the distance. Harry checked the direction of the noise and saw a church. It was just a regular church, but it gave Harry a shred of hope. He wasn't religious. He didn't much care for belief in God. But after what he had seen today he was willing to take anything he could get.

But most importantly that bell represented another human being.

Harry checked his gun to make sure the clip was loaded. Satisfied he switched on his radio. It had been useful so far, alerting him to non-human presences. He had it shut off in case it began attracting attention to him, but he needed it now. It was going to be a mad dash to that church and he wanted to be warned if one of those skinless dogs was going to jump at him.

He looked around and then broke his cover. Harry was no runner, but his own sense of urgency carried him faster then he knew possible. When he was about 30 yards from the side doors of the church his radio suddenly let loose a hiss of static. No time to look, he just had to make it inside. He was almost there. He could hear wings beating against the air above him. Harry threw himself at the door. Locked. Of course. the bat-like creature snapped its sharp teeth at Harry, nearly catching him on the neck. The creature flew off, and readied itself for another chance. Harry ran toward the front side of the church. He came to the large doors and tripped. Harry was stunned for a second and felt the creature's wings graze him. It had dived again and missed. The radio's static shrieked as the beast once again rose into the sky to prepare another dive. Scrambling to his feet Harry tugged at the door slowly getting it opened. The beast began another dive. Harry let an unwanted cry of fear escape his throat and squeezed through the tiny gap he had created between the doors. He struggled to close it and the last thing he saw was the creature hurtling toward him as the heavy oaken door shut. There was no crash, but he could hear the monster scratching the door with its beak, trying to find a way in. The radio went from its load shriek, to a dull hiss, and then back to silence.

"I've been expecting you."

Harry spun around to see an old woman. She was dressed in old world clothes. Her head was covered with a white veil. Harry didn't care what she looked like. He was just grateful to see another living thing. "Were you the one ringing that bell?"

"Yes it was I. I was trying to draw you here."

"Huh?" Harry was confused. "How did you know that I was here?" He began to walk toward the strange old womam.

"Stay back!" she cried. Harry stopped dead in his tracks. The tone in her voice made him nervous. "I knew you would come to this accursed town. It was foretold by gyromancy."

"What are you talking about?"

"My name is Dhalia Gillepsie. And I suggest that you listen to me as I can aid you in your quest."

"What? Do you know something about my daughter Cheryl?" Harry's voice almost had a whine to it. He was scared out of his mind by the phantasmagoric things he had already seen in Silent Hill. He wanted to leave. And he wanted his daughter to be safe. Nothing else mattered.

"Your daughter is in great danger. Not from the monsters in the town, but from a much worse demon. This demon needs your daughter for a sacrifice. If this ritual is complete then the darkness which devours this town will swallow up the entire world."

Harry was stunned by this. But he wasn't willing to disbelieve it. He had seen too much already to doubt that this was in fact all possible. "So how will you help me?"

Dhalia smiled. "I will give you the means to capture this demon. Even with the ability to do so, it will be no easy task." She handed him a strange pyramid shaped box. "This is the Flauros. A cage of peace. With it, you will be able to capture the demon's essence in here. When you do so, bring it to me and I will perform the cleansing ritual."

"But how will I use it?" He has seen strange things, but that didn't mean he wasn't incredulous about the prospect of catching a ruthless demon by himself.

"You will know when the time comes. It was foretold by gyromancy." Dhalia paused. "But perhaps you will need more help then that? Perhaps some motivation?" She began walking toward Harry. She slowly removed her veil.

Harry took a step back. Now he was getting nervous. The old woman didn't stop with her veil. She began to remove her robes too. Soon her wizzen, naked body was approaching Harry with her arms outstretched. When she finally embraced him, he winced, almost in pain. Maybe at one point this woman had been attractive, but time itself had raped her of that beauty. Dhalia looked at Harry and smiled. "Why recoil from me? Did I not say I would help you? Or is it that you do not desire the embrace of a woman my age?"

"No, it's.. it's not that. I just.. don't understand how this will help me." He shuddered again as she reached down toward his most sensative region. He tried to think of something else. Baseball, politics, or ANYTHING. But it didn't matter, he could feel his member begin throb as it filled with blood.

"Just wait. This will indeed help," whispered the old woman. She undid his pants and released his massive erection. She spit on it and began stroking it slowly. Harry whimpered at this. The feeling of someone rubbing his dick was wonderful... but why did it have to be the wrinkled old hands of this hag? He let out a moan as she pulled back his foreskin and began teasing the mushroom shaped top of his penis. "Yes, this will help indeed. But I feel that this is not nearly enough. To give you the true edge you will need against the darkness that threatens this town."

She softly muttered a few words to herself. Harry figured it was an incantation of some kind, but didn't care. All he wanted now was to come. He want the release so that he didn't have to feel that wrinkled hand against him any longer. All of a sudden his radio began to make noise. Harry's heart stopped. A monster here now? But instead of static, a different sound came from the radio. Harry wasn't a linguist, but it sounded... Hindi.

Bongos began playing and he saw a heavy-set man bouncing in a corner of the church. He was wearing a turban and a pink robe that went down to his ankles. And other than that there was... nothing. He was naked and sporting an erection that Harry estimated to be about 14 inches long.

"Tul-tul-lu-lu DAN-DAN-DAN!" The Indian man began to shimmy his way toward Harry and Dhalia while repeating this over and over again. As he got near he jammed his ring finger in Dhalia's anus, pulled and pulled it out. He sniffed it and his eyes lit up with excitement. He comically raised his eyebrows at Harry and said "Oh my yes? It is stink for a fucking!"

Harry was terrified, More so than in the alley. More so than in the school. He wanted out. He needed to get out of this church and leave the town. He didn't care who got swallowed by what. He did not need this nude Hindu near him.

Dhalia continues stroking Harry's penis, barely noticing that her rectum had been penetrated. "This is Tunak and he will help with the ritual that we are about to perform." She completely removed Harry's pants as Tunak continued to bounce. He moved into position behind the terrified man, sniffed his ring finger again and then slowly inserted himself into Harry. The radio continued blasting the music as Tunak entered with out any lube at all. Harry felt the skin tearing around his tight entrance. Tunak's bouncing became smoother however as time went by. He was using Harry's own blood as a lubricant.

Dhalia meanwhile began performing oral sex upon Harry's phallus. When she tired of that, she worked her vagina onto Harry's penis and began the sex act on him. Her vagina was dry as a desert from age and lack of arousal. She wasn't interested in Harry sexually. She just needed something from him.

In the darkness surrounding them, copies of Tunak appeared. They were dressed in various colors, like a rainbow. They all sported the same 14 inch erection, but made no move to join the trio who was now a writhing mass of bodies on the floor. Harry was about to come, when Dhalia removed his member from her. She placed his manhood between her ancient breasts and began titty fucking him. "When you come," she told him "aim for the red box on the floor." Harry hadn't even noticed a red box, but sure enough there it was.

Tunak meanwhile was stroking his moustache and licking the back of Harry's neck. It made him twitch, half from pleasure, half from revulsion. He enjoyed the feeling of Tunak's fuck stick inside, pounding on his prostate, but he just didn't want it to be in these particular circumstances.

"Dhalia, I'm coming where's the box?" She guided him toward it in time for Harry to shoot his load completely inside the mysterious box. As if this was a signal, Tunak blast a massive amount of semen into Harry's poop shoot. He sighed, walked around to Harry's face and shot another load right into his nose. He then shoved his huge pecker in his face.

"You smell okay? This is stink of the fucked." Harry tried to sniff to appease the mysterious foreigner, but instead ended up snorting the cum. He choked as it mixed with mucus in the back of his throat. He wanted this humiliation to end. To just stop the torture. If this raping was going to help him, it needed to do so soon.

Dhalia whispered again. "I need you try to squeeze the cum in your ass into the box as well. We will need a lot of it for this spell to have full potency." Harry let out a cry, but did as he was told. He squatted over the box and tried to force out the genetic material that had filled his ass. At last he managed to do so and Tunak and his clones gave a deep chuckle at the sight of it all. Harry then began crying uncontrollably and collapsed in a heap. He wanted to die. But he knew he couldn't. "This is all for Cheryl's sake." He thought to himself.

Dhalia then slit her wrist an allowed the blood to drip into the box as well. "The semen which is used to give life at birth and the blood which keeps us all living at this moment." The Tunaks all began doing spirit fingers. "We offer these to you Samael, for you to send us your servent. For you to aid us in doing your noble work."

The box began to shake. Harry dragged himself away from the scene before him. If he had seen grotesque before, it was nothing compared to what crawled out of the box. Its head came out first. It had no face as far as Harry could see. All that was there was a toothless, lipless mouth. Its clawed hands began to haul itself out the black void the box had created. Its chest was peculiar. It seemed to be a mouth that ran length ways on its body. They seemed like gigantic lips only turned sideways. The creature seemed to breath using this as air seemed to escape through these folds. Its legs were stumps. Blood oozed from these stumps almost as if it seemed they were fresh wounds. The new monster tried walking a bit on its stumps, causing Harry to wince at the sound the bone protruding from his shins made while scraping across the floor.

Dhalia held up a picture of a little girl who looked like... CHERYL! What was going on? "Find this girl and finish her duty for her." The beast grunted and tore off at remarkable speeds, with the bones still making their terrifying sound as it ran on its shins and claws. Dhalia laughed. "This creature is a Seeker. It will hunt down the spirit of the demon and absorb it."

"But that.. you showed it a picture of Cheryl!"

"No, I showed it a picture of my own daughter, Alessa. Though I suppose they must look awfully alike, don't they?" She began putting her robes back on and dismissed Tunak. "The Seeker will absorb either your daughter or Alessa, depending on who it finds first. Think of it as incentive to keep you searching as hard as you can." Dhalia smirked as she turned from Harry. I will be waiting for you. Bring me Alessa inside the Flauros and I will call off the Seeker. The best place for you to start would be Alchemilla Hospital. Better hurry, your daughter is in great danger after all. It was foretold by gyromancy..."


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