Chapter 5 - the butcher of silent hill

“ public records “

I felt a desire to go in and hopefully be safe in till I get my bearings and find a way out of this impossible nightmare . I heard something roar behind me whatever it was it sound like it was dragging itself on the pavement as fast as it could most likely to devour me.

I urged my legs to run they were unwilling to do so but I made it to the door and went inside slamming the door behind me .

My legs collapsed from under me and I fell on the floor gasping for breath I didn’t even care what that things was following me I just wanted to recover that long and exhausting run through the cold ,
gradually I started to breath slower and started to relax as that thing didn’t burst through the door nor make any attempts to look around and find me .

Closing my eyes I started thinking about them ,the people I loved and trusted I chuckled to myself “ boy are they going to laugh at me when I wake up and tell them of this dream “ A dream , a VERY bad dream that is what this is , one of those real feeling dreams and I when I wake up I’ll forget this

I felt a chill slowly climb up my spine like a serpent up a tree , maybe this isn’t a dream perhaps?… “no this IS a dream I know it is “ ,I said trying to reassure myself even though deep down I truly doubted this was nightmare .

“hello ?”A mans gruff voice greeted me but in his greeting I sensed a bit of caution “ who are you” I asked lazily opening my eyes “ the names Travis “he replied

The name sounded familiar but I couldn’t recall why “ do I know you?” I asked ,Travis looked away in thought “ I don’t think so, what’s your name ?” I stood up causing my legs to feel even more sore “ May “
I admit I was making names up as I go ,but I just couldn’t remember ,besides most of the people I’ve met so far even if I did know my name I wouldn’t tell it them it anyhow

“ Have you….seen anything weird lately “ he asked
“ I don’t know, does a large guy with trigonometry for a face count , if so yes I’ve seen some weird shoot today ” he took a step back surprised from my aggressive out burst

I noticed he had a butchers cleaver nested in his right hand …bloody and rusted but not as dull as it appeared to be , the edge looked like it retained its sharpness through out many uses

I broke out in a cold sweat as my legs went numb and I remembered , Travis …Travis Grady …The butcher of silent hill he killed many people in a hotel in a dream like state crazy and unconscious to what he was doing ,they locked him up in the same sanitarium as his mother and by that time he regain his reality they put him on trail and found him guilty for the murders in the hotel but that wasn’t all he worked as a truck driver and there was a few dozen unsolved murders across the county all bearing his MO. Butchered, cut open sliced from the crotch to neck various body part cut away like an animal …


But this man it couldn’t be him he got a-

“ what’s the matter May?” he asked ,curious as to why I went silent and aware my face paled while I was thinking

What should I do ,what should do WAHTSHOULDIfrackENDO? My thoughts raged
I took a breath deep and calming I didn’t want him to know I was afraid “ its nothing “I nervously laughed
I watched his expression change his cold face raised an eye brow and his brown eyes looked at my questionably

“I’m going to the riverside motel ,it be safer to come with me “ he said in a somewhat bossy tone
I shook my head” I’m staying here ,where its safe”
Safe? I chucked in my thoughts Safe doesn’t exist here Safe in silent hill ,with monsters ! Serial killers that are-
“suit yourself ma’am “ with that he walked out of the building ,I could relax some what

I looked around slowly carefully taking each step caution ,it was an old place had that old and molding paper sell ready to turn to dust at the slightest disturbance which was odd a second ago I would’ve sworn this place was only few years old when I came in but I guess I must imagined it .

There were several small desks and a few dozen metal filing cabinets with many draws placed neatly against the walls ,some had toppled over onto one another like dominos leaving old yellowed documents spilling .I walked deeper into the place there where more rooms dust and cobwebs now inhabited the abandoned rooms,
I felt the cold loneliest creep upon me I felt the anguish of being abandon even though those feelings chilled me I’d rather not have Travis …..the Butcher breathing down my neck with thoughts of cutting me up slowly piece by piece

I came to the last room and noticed it wasn’t touched by dust nor cobwebs ,everything was clean fresh and new ,the windows deep burgundy curtains were pulled back gracefully . In the middle of the room was a large wooden desk, oak most likely .I felt relived this room unlike the others was warm and cheery and had an inviting feel , like a warm bed after a harsh day of work and just like a warm bed I wanted to stay for a while …

……………I felt safe ,as safe as a child in a mothers embrace during a mighty storm

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