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Out Of The Dark (CHAPTER TWO)
Here it is...
The mail man arrived later than he usually did in a morning. Not that Harry minded much. Who wanted reading bills, as their first task in the morning? Noone. Besides he preferred to read the newspaper. He enjoyed reading the sports pages. This was because Cheryl would always sit on his lap, and read it with him. She found sports comical, but he could never understand this. He simply guessed that at the tender age of seven years old, everything was funny. Most things, anyway.
"Daddy, mail's here!" said an excited Cheryl, bringing in several envelopes addressed to Harry, and a letter that was addressed to Mary. Harry just screwed it up and threw it away. He hadn't read her personal mail when she was alive and he wasn't going to start now. Besides, whoever had sent the letter should know by now that she was gone now, and had been for several years.
He must have been in deep thought for a seemingly long time, because the next thing he felt was Cheryl gently tugging at his sweater, holding up the Sports section.
Harry sat down and gestured for Cheryl to sit on his lap. She did, and she handed him the back of the newspaper.
Harry read the headlines - 'Lakers beat Nicks by 3 points!'. 'Great' Harry thought. 'More bad news'. He had been a nicks fan for as long as he could remember. Even though he hadn't been to a game since they had Cheryl, he still occasionally wore the shirts and watched every game. He didn't remember this one even being played though. None the less, he begun to read the sports pages with Cheryl.
"Daddy, what are we going to do in Silent Hill?" asked Cheryl after they had finished reading the newspaper. Harry pondered this for a moment. He had to be honest with himself, he hadn't really thought about it. He had no idea what was in Silent Hill, much less where they were gonna stay for the weekend.
"We'll see what comes up. I'm sure there'll be lots of sights there" came Harry's casual but quick response, trying to sound convincing that he knew what he was talking about. He half expected Cheryl's face to light up at this - she loved sight seeing on vacations. Instead, her expression saddened and she hung her head.
"Cheryl? What's wrong?" Cheryl sighed.
"I wish Mummy was here, Daddy" came the sad reply. Harry felt sick. He feared this would happen. The response came quick.
"Cheryl, we both do. But she's gone. Now I know it's hard for you to understand right now, but your Mum's not going to come back". He immediately felt guilty for what he had said, despite how true it was. None the less he knew he had to fix it, but he didn't know how. It was just as well Cheryl was the next to speak.
"Is Mummy in heaven now?" Harry nodded, wondering why she had never asked this before.
"Yes, she's in heaven"
"Is she safe?"
Cheryl's innocent voice choked him up, but he managed to reply "She's safe".
He then spotted an unopened envelope on the coffee table with the words 'Urgent: Open ASAP' written on the front in red, capital letters. The first thing that flashed through his mind was that he had forgotten to pay for something and whatever 'that' was, it was about to be cut off. He wasn't far off.
"Ah man, now?". Harry read the letter several times over. As it turned out, his car results had come back from the workshop, and they weren't looking too good. The engine was likely to burn out if he drove far too long without a break, and the brakes and suspension weren't looking up either, but luckily, the car had been designated safe. However, he knew the route to Silent Hill, and he knew of many cafe's and gas stations on the way.
Then, something made him glance at the signature at the bottom. There was no name, just initials. It was scribbled, but Harry could make out 'S.H'. He wasn't sure what, but something made him shudder.
Night time had fallen again, and Harry was getting ready to go to bed. He was thinking about Silent Hill. About why he had decided to go there instead of a weekend family resort. He didn't know why. Maybe it was just as well.
| HEAR THE SILENCE | SILENT HILL 2 |
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THE FEAR OF BLOOD TENDS TO CREATE FEAR FOR THE FLESH
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