To all the Silent Hill fans out there. Also I would like to thank, Josh, my editor.
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"I keep having the same nightmare, with the same monsters, in the same place. I've had these dreams since I can remember. They come often, sometimes two or three times a month. My parents have taken me to psychologists and doctors but it never helped. The kids would pick on me in grade school and my parents would call me deranged behind my back. I've always felt so alone and helpless.
The psychologists always described me as an anti-social, shy, quiet girl. I suppose they're right. I have an eating disorder, which they blame on society. I blame it on the dream. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and wonder if the guys want to touch me even though they call me a freak. My body is beautiful, small, skinny, and pale. It's my face. I hate my face. My eyes always have dark circles under them and look desperate, desperate for answers. 'Can anyone understand?'
It always starts on a road where the fog is so thick you can barely see five feet in front of you. Behind me, the road is broken off into a bottomless ridge. I can't see the bottom or the other side. I move forward, running, only to come to a sign that says: Welcome to Silent Hill. I keep moving until I enter the town. All of the buildings are abandoned and falling apart. I keep moving, not bothering with most of them. I reach the steps of a church. That's when I start hearing the whispers of little alien voices of different tones saying strange things. I double over from the pain in my head.
... Her... the god... claim them... save us... GOD... must kill...
I look up to see a cute little girl with white hair smiling at me. The town is changing. The sky is black. Shadows surround us. Red light comes from the church. Then I notice the thing behind the girl. It is at least 7 feet tall, dressed in dirty white and covered in blood. It also has a cone-shaped covering over its head. It points at me. The scenery changes putting me on a blood covered altar, completely nude. A monster that looks like it's covered entirely in gauze is at my head. It's holding my arms down as the red monster undoes the cloth around its waist. The enormous discolored bulging cock-like thing underneath causes me to start pleading. I start screaming and thrashing as it poises its excessive meat against my pussy lips.
And that's usually about when I wake up. I'm sweating and panting. Sometimes I go puke in the toilet afterwards. Sometimes I masturbate. I bring the blanket up to my face and touch myself. It's sick. 'What kind of person am I to get turned on by that?'
I want to know why I keep having these dreams. 'Are they just a figment of my imagination or something more?' The strange thing is a town in West Virginia is named Silent Hill. I looked it up. All I could find were newspaper articles about fires and natural disasters that hit the town.