this is a piece of fiction that i had written many cuckoo years ago n ought to republish it to share with all of you. let the imagination begins! enjoy.
i was in a town, all too familiar as i used to roam it inside someone else's body.
too familiar.
the screechin statics from the broken radio. the fog. strange low guttural sounds made by afterimage creatures from a distance.
and this hauntingly beautiful town.
i walked along the foggy street, the smell of sawdust in the air.
i winced as i felt a sharp sting on my left hand. i raised it to inspect. i recognized that symbol. that ominous sign. carved into the skin of my left wrist.
before i could think of anythin else, i heard singing. distant but clear. a lady's voice. its like a song played by a radio with loud speaker. the pain on my wrist bothers me too much, i turn my attention back to it again. gone. the sign was no longer there. i touched the skin on my wrist. it feels cold. so cold it hurts. the singing can still be heard.
i caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head. it was from the inside of what looks to be once a very fine restaurant. i took off without a second glance at whatever it was. i ran to my right. adrenaline pumping. fear escalating with every step i take. i'm running out of breath.
Travis.
who? the name penetrated the rushin adrenaline in my head. who's Travis?
i came to a halt when i heard the beginning of a roaring siren.
great. now what? this is happening all too fast. before i know it, somethin plopped onto my shoulder, bounced off and hit the ground with a sickening splat. i looked down. a bloody mess but i couldnt make out what it was.( before it hit the ground).
plop...plop... plop.
more came pouring down from the all too normal sky. wait. there isnt any sky. it was covered by the damn fog. i screamed. they were frogs. frogs with big sharp teeth. snappin away the moment they land on the ground. some end up a bloody mess. some survived.
survival of the fittest.
now where did that thought came from?
i couldnt stay outdoor any longer, i rushed into a deserted (of course its deserted, you want to bump into someone here? or somethin for that matter?) music shop and shut the door behind me.
i froze. there was that singing again. the eerie voice of a lady. it was loud in here. i looked onto my left. it was from the radio at the far end of the room. could make what she is singing:
Burning Lies..Cant Forgive You..Howling Moon..Drives on..Deep in me..Your Illusion..what your see in there..is......
it was killed by screeching static. i screamed. i ran over to the radio n shut it off. i was half expecting it was broken, but it was silent when i press the OFF button.
it was still raining killer frogs out there.
somewhere, a phone rang. no, wait, its near. i spun around to see where the ringing was from. what the..?
it was comin from my jeans. in one of the back pockets. i reached in and pulled out my cellphone. staring at it like i've never seen it before. it was still ringing. i press the connect button.
blinkin several times, i adjusted my sight as to where i am. as my visions became clear, it was my office mac comp i'm lookin at. i'm sitting at my work station. i'm in the office.
back to..reality. abit dissapointing. shudnt have press that connect button.
i blinked several more times, wonderin how long has it been since my mind stalled.
two words crossed my mind.
Travis..Silent Hill.
i typed the two words up on Google, hoping these two words are somehow related. i was goin through the search results and my eyes fell onto one particular article.a recent article. i clicked on it.
the first line of words creeped me out.
"the protagonist of the much anticipated Silent Hill Origins will be Travis O'grady, a trucker described by the producer as of having a 'troubled past'..."
i blinked twice, impulsively.
