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  • SILENT HILL OFFICIAL NOVELWritten by: Sadamu Yamashita Translated by Emily “Lady Ducky” Fitch
  • CONTENTChapter One – Fog – ............................................... 4Chapter Two – Darkness – Signup notChapter Three – Nightmare – Signup not
  • Chapter One – Fog –Harry Mason walked into the fog.His footsteps were unsteady as he was still feeling theshock of the accident. His Jeep had broken through aguardrail and was now lying at the bottom of a ravine.Harry recalled the shadow that had dashed out into theroad. Just as he was about to plow through the small,child-like figure, he completely lost control of the wheel,the vehicle was like an iron horse that refused to followthe driver’ reigns. Tires screeching, the jeep had collidedwith the guardrail as if it was moving on its own accord. 4
  • It was hard to remember anything else after that. By thetime he had come to his senses, the engine was stallingand the Jeep wouldn’t budge.“Cheryl!” Harry called out through the vision-obscuringmist. His daughter had disappeared from the car. It wasunlikely that she had thrown out by the impact of the crashas the passenger door was left wide open. Not only that,but he was positive she’d been wearing her seatbeltproperly. He yelled again, but there was no reply. Hesearched around the area of the wreck, but found nothing.Harry was beginning to panic, his body burring withparental concern for his daughter. 5
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  • He absentmindedly reached with the back of his hand towipe the sweat from his forehead, only to fine that theliquid dripping down his face was blood. It was only ascratch, he wasn’t seriously hurt. But what about Cheryl?Where was she? Was she unconscious? Bleeding?Injured? Maybe she went off to try to find help.Harry knew that Cheryl was a clever child, and he wasn’tjust thinking that because he was her father. She wasclever, resourceful, and seemed to possess wisdom beyondher seven years. But she was also incredibly reckless, afact that only increased Harry’s worry.Charles Hatcher… Albert Fish… Jesse Pomeroy…The names of these loathsome people from the pastsurfaced in his mind and overlapped with the image of hisdaughter. Those were the monsters that lurked in society,hunting down their young victims with their poison fangs. 7
  • If Cheryl, a little girl lost in an unfamiliar city, were toencounter a person like that…Harry continued through the thick fog, his every thoughtconsumes by the need to find his daughter as soon aspossible.“Cheryl!” He called her name again and again as hepushed through the countless water vapors that swirledthrough the air. The dense mist hung over the world like asea of clouds that fell from the sky. It blanketed the townof Silent Hill, a small town with less than twenty thousandinhabitants. Was this kind of weather unusual for the area?Harry had never heard anything about fog this severeoccurring around the lakeside resort town. The entire lakewould have had to evaporate to create something likethis… 8
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  • What a failure of a vacation this was turning out to be. Heshould have been leisurely floating across the lake with afishing rod in his hands by now…Or enjoying the Mainewilderness with his daughter…“Hey Daddy, do you think there’ll be ponies there? Iwanna ride a pony around, just like a cowboy!” Since theybegan their long car ride, Cheryl had hardly been able tocontain her excitement. Harry couldn’t really blame her; itwas her first vacation after all.“Okay cowgirl, if we can find a petting zoo, you can pickout a nice pony and ride it all day if you want. But justmake sure not to get into any bar fights. I don’t want tohave to skip town before high noon.” Harry played alongwith a smile.“I’ll lasso up a cow. Then you and me can have abarbeque!” 10
  • “Sounds tasty. But I think dad would rather have a troutfrom the lake. Do you think you’d like to try and catch afish?”“Yeah! But…I feel kinda bad for the little fishies. Maybeif we catch them, we should let them go.”“Oh, so you’ll feel sorry for the fish, but not the cow?”“It’s different. Cows always look like they’re frowningand they smell really bad. They’re not really cute at all.”Harry couldn’t help but laugh at her child-like pickiness.She hated cows, even though her favorite food was beefstew.For the first time, Cheryl’s expression darkened and herexcited chattering stopped. Silence quickly descendedover the vehicle. Did I hurt her feelings? Harry wonderedas he glanced over at her. Should I say I’m sorry?“What’s the matter?” 11
  • “Daddy…are you gonna get in trouble because you’retaking me on a trip instead of going to work? I knowyou’re really busy…”“Don’t worry, daddy’s not going to get fired just fortaking a little time off. I have a freelance career,remember?”“But Daddy…I heard you fighting on the phone withsomeone from work.”“You mean that stupid publishing agent Edward? Hekeeps trying to make me write about worthlessentertainment gossip. He keeps going on about how ‘hotrock star scandals are ‘in’ right now” and he even told meto cancel the trip I already had planned! So I told him thatspending time with Cheryl is way more important to methan work. I just had to…raise my voice a bit to get thatthrough his thick skull, that’s all.”“Okay.” Cheryl nodded, but her warm smile didn’t return. 12
  • Harry apologized to her in his heart. He knew he didn’talways have the chance to be a good father to his daughter.Ever since his wife Jodie died, he’d been left to raiseCheryl by himself. Fortunately, Harry was a writer soaside from the occasional information collecting; he couldwork from his home.It was far from easy. Sometimes he was so busy that all hecould do for Cheryl was cook her meals, give her baths,and take her to and from school. Even when he could onlymanage these minimum necessities, he did everything hecould to care for his daughter. All his other time was spentworking to make a living, so Harry could hardly everenjoy any time to himself.Cheryl understood this; she knew her dad had to workhard every day and she knew he was doing it for herbecause he loved her. She never got to go to anamusement park or to the playground, and even going out 13
  • for fast food only happened very rarely. But she wasalways patient and understanding. She never complained,not even once. That’s what made Harry decide to take atrip to Silent Hill, the place where Cheryl’s always wantedto go, even though she had no idea where it was.Even though he had taken this trip with all the bestintentions, Cheryl was now in danger all because of onestupid driving mistake. If she was kidnapped or ended upmeeting a gruesome fate, the regret would be too much tobear.Every year, hundreds of boys and girls were sexuallyassaulted, beaten, chopped to pieces, or murdered…andsome are never found at all. Harry’s mind was infestedwith these grim statistics, all from a book detailing bizarremurder cases he had written some time ago. Those crimeshad seemed so unimaginable, yet now they could so easilybecome a part of his reality. 14
  • Cheryl…were could you be?It took almost no time at all to reach Silent Hill from thesite of the accident. Running swiftly along a sidewalk,Harry soon arrived at what appeared to be a residentialneighborhood. He was far from the shops and parks thatattracted the flocks of tourists, but there still wasn’t asingle passer-by to be seen. Maybe it was just because ofthe fog that limited his vision. The roads were empty aswell.It was quiet. Too quiet.It was in the middle of the day, but the silence made it feellike the dead of night. It was the silence of a ghost town, aplace devoid of life. Though the place gave Harry astrange sense of foreboding, his concern for his daughtercrushed any doubts or hesitation he might have had.Finally, he found what he was looking for. He rushed overto a public phone and immediately dialed the number for 15
  • the police. The receiver beeped as if it was working, butthe call never connected. He tried again and again, but theresults were the same. Harry resentfully slammed downthe receiver.“Damn cops…how the hell are they supposed to getanything done around here if they can’t get off their lazyasses long enough to take one stupid phone call!?” Harryyelled, as if shouting to the air would magically spur thepolice into action. Trying to search for Cheryl in anunfamiliar town would be next to impossible on his own.On the other hand, it would be just as difficult to try totrack down the police station.“Hey, is anyone there?” Harry called out, hoping for thefaint chance that someone else was out here wanderingthrough the fog as well. He was answered only by thesame oppressive silence. However, his eye happened to 16
  • catch a flicker of blue through the thick white veil. Wasthere someone there?“Hey, wait!” Harry yelled again as he dashed into the fog.Jut before he was close enough to make out and features,the small figure turned and fled. Even from behind itlooked familiar. Wasn’t Cheryl wearing a blue dress…?“Cheryl…Cheryl, is that you!?” The girl said nothing, sheonly continued to run.“Wait, where are you going?” Harry gave chase. Strangelyenough, even with the advantage of the legs of an adultover the legs of a child, he wasn’t able to keep up.“Wait! Please come back!” Could this be a case ofmistaken identity? If this girl did happen to be a stranger,it would certainly make him seem more like a predatorthan a concerned father. Still, Harry ran. Whether it wasCheryl or not, he had to make absolutely sure. And if he 17
  • did have the wrong girl, maybe she’d at least be willing togive him directions.The girl dissolved into the fog, leaving only a thin, hazyshadow for Harry to follow. The shadow darted left andwas sucked into an alley. The alley ended in a solid brickwall, but off to the side was a metal gate that hung open.Beyond the gate was a narrow passage squeezed betweentwo buildings. He has lost sight of the shadow, but therewas no path it could take other than this one. The rustyside gate screeched as he pushed it aside.Harry froze. The area just inside the passage wassplattered with blood. 18
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  • “What the…?” In the center of the bloody pool lay a deadanimal. Its pathetic body was crushed and broken, as ifsomeone had savagely beaten it with a metal baseball bat.From what he could tell by looking at its remains, Harryguessed it used to be a dog. Who could do something socruel…? He recalled that many pathological criminals hada history of animal abuse. Harry did his best to avert hiseyes as he proceeded down the bent passageway.Between the fog overhead and the narrowness of the path,it felt like he was completely cut off from the world. Hefelt like he would suffocate. The confined space revivedmemories of his childhood; when Harry had crawled into astorm drain to play, but panicked and became trapped. Heonly escaped once one of his friends had dragged him outby his feet. That short but terrifying experience had givenHarry a fear of enclosed spaces that persisted to this day.He would have turned back immediately if it weren’t for 20
  • Cheryl. Family ties were certainly strong enough to drive aperson to overcome their fears…but they were also strongenough to drive a person to folly and self-destruction…Again he found the floor painted with pools of blood. Thebuilding walls gradually turned to chain-link fences, whichwere also red and dripping wet. This was starting to lookless like a back alley and more like a crime scene. Wherewere the police? Shouldn’t one of the residents havereported this? Has anyone even noticed?Harry stood frozen. His horrified gaze was fixated on thecorridor’s dead end. There was a corpse there; beaten,bloody, and tied to the fence with barbed wire is if it hadbeen crucified. However, this was no dog…it was clearlya human being. Holding his breath to endure the repulsivestench, Harry examined the body more closely. As he hadsuspected, the corpse had the height and physique of anadult. A wave of relief washed over him as he realized that 21
  • this couldn’t be Cheryl. But then…where had that littlegirl gone? This passage was a dead end so she couldn’thave escaped. Harry was positive he hadn’t seen any sidestreets… 22
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  • As Harry turned to retrace his steps, a fierce roar shook hiseardrums. It was an unpleasant sound that made the hairson the back of his neck stand on end, like the shrieks oftwo tomcats engaged in a vicious turf war. Whatever madethe sound was uncomfortably close. In fact, he could smellpungent, fishy breath coming from just behind him…In that moment, Harry was slammed against the fence andcrumpled to the blood-stained ground. The impact hit himharder than the car crash had. Before he even had time tofeel the pain, his consciousness began to fade. In thecorner of his darkening vision, he could just barely see astrange, hideous figure lumbering towards him. The lastthing to reach Harry was the sounds of gunshots in thedistance.Jodie…he had met her during the fall of their sophomoreyear of college. After hearing that she broke up with her 24
  • high school boyfriend, he gathered all his courage andapproached her. Having spent so long living in the shadowof unrequited love, he wanted to offer as much comfort aspossible to this girl that he had only ever spoken to in hisdreams. Truthfully, he had been infatuated with her sincehigh school; watching her daily with longing eyes butnever able to tell her how he felt. He remembered howashamed he’d been when he asked her to a dance, only tolearn that she was already going with someone else.But none of that mattered once they finally met. The twoof them were so blissfully in love, that they were wedbefore either of them graduated. Every day of the nineyears since then felt like their honeymoon. Even whenHarry decided to quit his job and become a freelance non-fiction writer, she supported him whole-heartedly. Fromtheir perfect love, they created a perfect life, even thoughthey were never blessed with children. 25
  • Nine years after their fated meeting, Jodie went to heaven.Although it felt more like God had stolen her away andforcibly dragged her to heaven. One day, as she waswalking home from work, a burglar caught in a policechase sped at a breakneck pace over the curb and crushedher. Her face was just as beautiful as it had been when shewas alive as she slept in her coffin…Cheryl, too young tounderstand the concept of death, could only stare with herinnocent little eyes…Jodie…Jodie…Cheryl…“Cheryl!” Harry called out, sitting bolt upright on thebench he had been resting on.“You’re finally up, huh? How’re you feeling?” A womansaid with a faint smile. It wasn’t Jodie and it mostcertainly wasn’t Cheryl. She had short, blonde hair and aface that wore no make-up, but instead wore a tough,almost masculine expression. She was looking down at 26
  • Harry, her arms crossed. Here gaze wasn’t that of awoman eying a man, but of someone observing a suspectto determine his guilt. It came as no surprise when Harryspotted the badge she wore over her dark blue policeuniform.“Surprisingly enough, I think I’m okay.” Harry answered.No sooner did he speak then a jolt of pain ran through hisleft shoulder. He grimaced, and looked around. The benchhe was seated on was next to a table, which was next toseveral other sets of tables and seating. Across the roomsat a long counter with many posters and menus postedabove it. He was inside a restaurant.“You’re lucky you only got off with a couple bruises. Alittle longer and you probably would have gotten yourselfeaten.”“So, you’re the one who saved me?” 27
  • “Yeah.” The female officer shrugged like it was no bigdeal. There was one thing that was still getting on Harry’snerves.“Still, you’re a cop, aren’t you? What’s going on with thistown’s security? I tried to call the station earlier to getsome help, but I couldn’t get it to connect. Please, mydaughter’s gone missing, we need to hurry and go look forher!” The policewoman answered Harry’s criticism andfrantic plea with a cool, calm attitude.“You’re a tourist, aren’t you?”“Yeah, what’s it matter?”“I’m not actually from this town. I’m an officer fromBrahms, the next town over. The name’s Cybil Bennett.And you are?”“Harry. Harry Mason.”“Hold on…you’re that Harry Mason? The one who wrote‘The Criminal’s Mask’?” 28
  • “Yeah.”“I just finished reading that. Your sociological analysis ofoffenders who go unnoticed in communities under theguise of normal citizens was interesting and quite useful.It’s an honor the meet you, even if it isn’t the the…best ofcircumstances. I guess it really is a small world.”Harry could hardly believe the coincidence; what were thechances of meeting on of his readers in a place like this?His immediate reaction was to thank her for contributingto the book’s meager sales, but he stopped himself. Hewasn’t here to sign any autographs. When the officerreached out for a handshake, Harry ignored the gestureand shouted, “What about my daughter!?”“Cheryl was it? You were muttering something about herewhile you were out.”“Yes. It’s bad enough that she’s all alone out there, but ifthere are any more of those creatures…please, we have to 29
  • go to the police and gather a search party as soon aspossible!”Cybil paused for a moment, as if reluctant to tell such grimnews to a man already near hysterical. “Sorry to say this,but I haven’t been able to track down another officeranywhere in this town.”“What?”“We hadn’t been receiving any contact from Silent Hill insome time so I came to check it out. The whole town isempty, like everyone just up and left overnight.”“But that’s impossible…”“Must not be since you’re the only person I’ve been ableto find. I saw you go into that alleyway so I followed youjust in time to see that monster appear from the fog…I wasjust barely able to drive it off with my gun and save you. Itwas a bit of a struggle just to drag you this far.” Cybilshrugged and let out a soft chuckle. 30
  • “I should head back to Brahms and get some help. Must bethe fog or something, but I can’t get my radio to workeither. You should leave town too. I know you’re worriedabout your daughter Mr. Mason but that’s a matter bestleft to the police. Since I crashed my bike, we’ll have totake your car back to Brahms anyway.”“That won’t work.” Harry shook his head. “My jeep’s in aditch right now. That’s how Cheryl ended up missing inthe first place.”“Geeze, this just keeps getting worse…It’s way toodangerous for you to stay in town alone.”“Maybe, but Cheryl is in just as much danger. If she justgot lost while trying to look for me, then I’m more likelyto find her if I stay here.”“So what are your plans if you run into another monster?”“Don’t worry, I have a weapon. I just couldn’t use itbefore because that creature caught me off-guard” Harry 31
  • reached into his jacket pocket and reached for his ninemilometer handgun. Ever since he began writing aboutcriminals, he found that he’d quickly become a supporterof gun possession. He firmly believed that even if gunsdisappeared from this country, crime wouldn’t and he’dmuch rather have such a necessary tool if he ever need toprotect his daughter. He had this weapon stashed in thejeep’s glove box and had grabbed it at the first sign oftrouble.However, rather than the cold touch of steel, his hand feltnothing inside his pocket. Harry checked his pants pocketsand found that they too were empty. He mentally retracedhis steps, desperately trying to think of anywhere it couldbe, even checking to see if it had fallen underneath thebench he had been lying on.“Lose something?” Cybil’s tone reminded Harry of amother scolding a child over losing their favorite toy. 32
  • “I must have dropped it when that monster hit me…”Harry felt some of his courage slip away. Still, that alleycouldn’t be too far from here. If he could just make hisway back there…“I’ll…manage. I’ll find her no matter what I have to do.”Cybil shrugged again and sighed.“You’re being very reckless you know.”“I know but…risking my life if better than sitting back andwaiting for someone else to bring my daughter homesafely.”“So you really want to stay huh…” Cybil said, finallyrealizing how useless it would be to argue any further. Shestepped behind the counter and pulled a small automatichandgun from the shelf below the register. The owner ofthis restraint must have kept it close as an anti-burglarmeasure. 33
  • “Take this and be sure to watch yourself.” She placed thegun in Harry’s hand.“And don’t die. I’d like to read your next book.” Her facesoftened into a coy smile, but her eyes were as sharp asever.“Thanks, and sorry for losing my temper earlier.” Harryeyed the weapon in his hands. For the first time since hefound himself in the disastrous situation, he was beginningto feel like he had someone on his side.“Now I want you to stay put, okay? Don’t leave thisbuilding.”“Got it.”Even as Cybil turned to leave the café, she didn’t doubt fora second that he’d break that promise as soon as she wasgone. 34