Press release -
A Journal was found near the shores of Tolluca Lake, Silent Hill. On the cover the name "Thomas Ramsey" is seen. The whereabouts of Mr. Ramsey are still unknown, after further reading of his journal perhaps we may find out just what happened exactly.
A Journal was found near the shores of Tolluca Lake, Silent Hill. On the cover the name "Thomas Ramsey" is seen. The whereabouts of Mr. Ramsey are still unknown, after further reading of his journal perhaps we may find out just what happened exactly.
Day 1-
After countless sources and reliable information, I believe it is time for a visit to the famed town of Silent Hill and find out why the other Journalists went missing. It is my duty as a journalist to tell the world of my findings, so I have decided to notate all of my findings in this journal. Since I know it will become a New York Times best seller, I had better go into detail of what I found.
I have spent most of the night deciding what I would take. I figured my videocamera wouldnt do much good and even if it did, I could face the risk of some kid downloading it on the net and passing it around. I took a pillow sack with a few pairs of clothes and I plan to set out tommorow.
Day 2-
I was about to head out at about 5:00 pm but someone came over and I lost track of time. It was an old woman talking about her church and how she would love if I could consider joining it. The odd part is she kept trying to prove her church wasnt filled of evil. Every time she said this I got a chill up my spine.
Being the good person that I fear I cannot stop being, I let her speak her piece before she thanked me and left. Noticing it was now 9:00 pm I figured it would be best that I get some sleep and head out in the morning.
Thats when the most peculiar thing happened. The woman seemed to have left her bible. After a few glances, I decided I could take it to the church on my way to Silent Hill. It wasnt out of the way anyhow.
Day 3-
I forgot to bring the bible to her....
I am pretty sure I can get it to her after I get back from Silent Hill. I have been driving all morning and I made to the outskirts of town. I plan on staying in a hotel that gives a view over the top of Silent Hill. Surely if something big is happening I will be able to see it from above.
9:24 PM
Nothing, I have seen absolutely nothing. I am hoping I wont have to go to the damn town so early in my reasearch to find some things out, but it seems to look that way.
While I was writing, I just notice light comming from the town, in a church. The light dissapeared pretty much as soon as I looked at it.
I think it''s evident where I am going tommorow.
Day 4-
I am in the lobby of an old hotel in Silent Hill. I spent most of the day calling out through the town, it was more empty than a supermodels head. in the morning I decided the church was the first place to head to, but to my dismay the street was broken out in front of the church. I tried to walk around the hole but it turns out it was actually a crack....a crack through the center of the town.
Thats not possible...there is no way there cant be a bottom to the hole but I threw a few rocks in hopes of hearing an echo. But I got nothing.
By the end of the night I realized there wasnt much I could do to get to the other side of the crack so I went to this hotel. The lobby was empty, which was not surprising at this point, so I left my credit card on the counter of the managers desk and took a key.
My stuff is now in room 45 and as I came back from closing my car up, the strangest thing happened. My door had been nailed shut. Rusty and bent nails pierced each board and strapped to my door. I spent an hour trying to pry it open, but I couldnt, so I will sleep in the managers office.
Day 5-
I slept like I was rolling in a barrel of bricks. The managers bed had a stack of porno mags on each corner to add leverage I guess. It was not enough if you ask me. I spent another few hours prying the nails out of my room using everything I could find. After half of them were taken out I began to hear crying. It sounded like a little girls sobbing and it came from my room! I shoulder rammed it with more strength that I had.
There was a girl in the room and she sat in my bed with the old womans bible in her hands. She sat clutching it on top of my bed. I called out to her for about four times before approaching her slowly. She was a simple girl wearing a catholic school uniform, compltete with stockings and shiny black loafers. As she looked up to me she backed away in terror and began flailing her hands at me in sign language.
She was obviously deaf. I noticed this as she began signing to me the word, "Nails, Nails, Nails...."
I spent all day trying to get anything more out of her with no avail. She eventually fell asleep, still clutching the bible, at which she refused to let go of.
I think I should get sleep too.
Day 6
I woke up at 8 am.....but for some reason, the skies are dark as midnight. It was almost as if I hadnt slept at all. The little girl had not been there when I woke either. I searched through out the first floor looking for her, obviously calling out to her was an idiotic idea, so I spent most of the time trying locked doors. This went on for about an hour until I decided to take a break and change clothes.
Once again I was blocked from my belongings by nails that covered the door and locked me from it. This time there were more nails, and they were so old, they broke when I tried to take them out. The little girls sobbing could be heard through the door.
10 AM
She is still crying....I am sitting down on the couch in the hallway starring at my door helplessly. Her sobbing is getting worse and my shoulder is raw from ramming the b*****d.
I have an idea.....I do not know how well she can read but but I praying she can write. I am going to put my journal under the door with a question written, hopefully she will respond.
What is your name?
Samantha
Samantha, are you allright?
NaILs.....StiCKS....STICKS......NAILS.....naILS....NAils......
What about nails?
MaN.......NAIls....MAn....man.....NaILS.....ManNialsmanmsilslamanman.....
I dont understand what you are saying.
You will. He will show you.
I was about to add another question before I heard screaming comming from my room. I began pounding on the door, and as I did so all went quiet.
Its 11:30 pm?! How did time fly that fast? Thats not possible.....
For the half hour I tried using things to reflect under the door and I managed to find a piece of a mirror in which I immediately brought under the door. For a split second I saw the little girl, but as soon as I saw her face a bare foot stepped in front of the door from inside the room. The girl screamed, and I dropped the mirror.
While attempting to breathe again a hand extended out from under the door and took the mirror. So here I am writing.....and watching the door. Perhaps that was the little girls father, either way they have to come out someday right?
After countless sources and reliable information, I believe it is time for a visit to the famed town of Silent Hill and find out why the other Journalists went missing. It is my duty as a journalist to tell the world of my findings, so I have decided to notate all of my findings in this journal. Since I know it will become a New York Times best seller, I had better go into detail of what I found.
I have spent most of the night deciding what I would take. I figured my videocamera wouldnt do much good and even if it did, I could face the risk of some kid downloading it on the net and passing it around. I took a pillow sack with a few pairs of clothes and I plan to set out tommorow.
Day 2-
I was about to head out at about 5:00 pm but someone came over and I lost track of time. It was an old woman talking about her church and how she would love if I could consider joining it. The odd part is she kept trying to prove her church wasnt filled of evil. Every time she said this I got a chill up my spine.
Being the good person that I fear I cannot stop being, I let her speak her piece before she thanked me and left. Noticing it was now 9:00 pm I figured it would be best that I get some sleep and head out in the morning.
Thats when the most peculiar thing happened. The woman seemed to have left her bible. After a few glances, I decided I could take it to the church on my way to Silent Hill. It wasnt out of the way anyhow.
Day 3-
I forgot to bring the bible to her....
I am pretty sure I can get it to her after I get back from Silent Hill. I have been driving all morning and I made to the outskirts of town. I plan on staying in a hotel that gives a view over the top of Silent Hill. Surely if something big is happening I will be able to see it from above.
9:24 PM
Nothing, I have seen absolutely nothing. I am hoping I wont have to go to the damn town so early in my reasearch to find some things out, but it seems to look that way.
While I was writing, I just notice light comming from the town, in a church. The light dissapeared pretty much as soon as I looked at it.
I think it''s evident where I am going tommorow.
Day 4-
I am in the lobby of an old hotel in Silent Hill. I spent most of the day calling out through the town, it was more empty than a supermodels head. in the morning I decided the church was the first place to head to, but to my dismay the street was broken out in front of the church. I tried to walk around the hole but it turns out it was actually a crack....a crack through the center of the town.
Thats not possible...there is no way there cant be a bottom to the hole but I threw a few rocks in hopes of hearing an echo. But I got nothing.
By the end of the night I realized there wasnt much I could do to get to the other side of the crack so I went to this hotel. The lobby was empty, which was not surprising at this point, so I left my credit card on the counter of the managers desk and took a key.
My stuff is now in room 45 and as I came back from closing my car up, the strangest thing happened. My door had been nailed shut. Rusty and bent nails pierced each board and strapped to my door. I spent an hour trying to pry it open, but I couldnt, so I will sleep in the managers office.
Day 5-
I slept like I was rolling in a barrel of bricks. The managers bed had a stack of porno mags on each corner to add leverage I guess. It was not enough if you ask me. I spent another few hours prying the nails out of my room using everything I could find. After half of them were taken out I began to hear crying. It sounded like a little girls sobbing and it came from my room! I shoulder rammed it with more strength that I had.
There was a girl in the room and she sat in my bed with the old womans bible in her hands. She sat clutching it on top of my bed. I called out to her for about four times before approaching her slowly. She was a simple girl wearing a catholic school uniform, compltete with stockings and shiny black loafers. As she looked up to me she backed away in terror and began flailing her hands at me in sign language.
She was obviously deaf. I noticed this as she began signing to me the word, "Nails, Nails, Nails...."
I spent all day trying to get anything more out of her with no avail. She eventually fell asleep, still clutching the bible, at which she refused to let go of.
I think I should get sleep too.
Day 6
I woke up at 8 am.....but for some reason, the skies are dark as midnight. It was almost as if I hadnt slept at all. The little girl had not been there when I woke either. I searched through out the first floor looking for her, obviously calling out to her was an idiotic idea, so I spent most of the time trying locked doors. This went on for about an hour until I decided to take a break and change clothes.
Once again I was blocked from my belongings by nails that covered the door and locked me from it. This time there were more nails, and they were so old, they broke when I tried to take them out. The little girls sobbing could be heard through the door.
10 AM
She is still crying....I am sitting down on the couch in the hallway starring at my door helplessly. Her sobbing is getting worse and my shoulder is raw from ramming the b*****d.
I have an idea.....I do not know how well she can read but but I praying she can write. I am going to put my journal under the door with a question written, hopefully she will respond.
What is your name?
Samantha
Samantha, are you allright?
NaILs.....StiCKS....STICKS......NAILS.....naILS....NAils......
What about nails?
MaN.......NAIls....MAn....man.....NaILS.....ManNialsmanmsilslamanman.....
I dont understand what you are saying.
You will. He will show you.
I was about to add another question before I heard screaming comming from my room. I began pounding on the door, and as I did so all went quiet.
Its 11:30 pm?! How did time fly that fast? Thats not possible.....
For the half hour I tried using things to reflect under the door and I managed to find a piece of a mirror in which I immediately brought under the door. For a split second I saw the little girl, but as soon as I saw her face a bare foot stepped in front of the door from inside the room. The girl screamed, and I dropped the mirror.
While attempting to breathe again a hand extended out from under the door and took the mirror. So here I am writing.....and watching the door. Perhaps that was the little girls father, either way they have to come out someday right?
Day 7
The door was open when I woke up. Multiple nails laying around. She wasnt in the room but I had a feeling she didnt go very far. On the floor was a brochure for something called the Silent Hill Historical Society. Which means she probably came from there, or simply was going there now.
After washing up I set out to the Society, located on the tourist map, but I cam across the same problem with the streets as before. They just werent there. So for the longest I tried to get ropes and such, across with no avail.
I did however see someone else walking down the street.....if you could call it that...
It looked as if the person had lost thier sense of gravity as thier body were actually upside down! They were floating nearly a foot off the ground and upside down! As I called out to them, they turned around and drifted away quickly.
As if that weren't crazy enough, I managed to notice the police station in the fog. This is where I am now. I am sure the police wont mind if I go through thier things, hell, no one is in this godforsaken city anyway.
I need sleep, I think I will just sleep in a cell.
1:00 AM
I heard singing, it woke me up. I followed the noise to the cell next to me, and behind locked bars was another floating person! The song was in another language and it died down to a whisper once I called out to him or her. Then the most peculuar thing happened....it just dissapeared!
Am I going mad?
