Silent Hill: Origins

Chapter 6: Riverside Motel

It was foggy then too... Even inside the motel check-in. And it was quiet, hollow. But though Travis made no sound as he followed his father into the motel, the world around him felt thorny, as if he were walking through a rose bush. Everything felt sharp to the touch, and hot. He felt he'd done something wrong, and the world were angry at him.

Travis entered the muggy reception of the motel. Windows boarded up, sign-in documents still sitting at the main counter. There was even a cup of coffee that had long since dried out. Where the theater had seemed to be well kept though, this place was torn apart. The cushions on the chairs were shredded, the walls had thick cracks running through them, and floorboards were smashed. It didn't just looked vandalized... it almost looked like someone had been searching for something.

Well, whether they found what they were looking for or not, Travis just hoped he could find answers here. Flipping through the open documents, careful not to tear the brittle pages, he searched for his dad's name.

Room 500
Mr. R Grady

Travis only found that due to the note attached to it.

"One of the cleaners called me over, said there was something wrong with room 500.
Door was open. Stench made me puke. The kid, man. Just stood there. They said he'd been there for ten hours! I ended up crying my eyes out.
Shit like this shouldn't happen.
The police have got the room locked up for now, I'm going home."

That... didn't sound good. But yet again, Travis couldn't remember clearly what happened. Whatever it was, it was obvious Travis had seen something else that day. That same day. No wonder he'd blocked it from his memory... But what could've possibly happened now?

The direct route down the hall seemed to be blocked, like there was something jamming the door on the other side, so he had to take a longer path to find Room 500. Taking the route that passed the pool, he noticed a light on in one of the windows. Dim, so probably portable lights since the main power wasn't working here either, which meant someone was there to have lit those portable lights. Travis moved to get a closer look, hoping to find someone else alive in this godforsaken town.

The windows were closed and the curtains were drawn, the light inside slipping through the little tears in the old fabric. So he pressed his ear to the glass. There were quiet noises, a whispered conversation he couldn't hear.

"I'll apologize later," Travis muttered to himself, just opening the door. It was unlocked, and he walked right in.

Much to his annoyance, somehow he wasn't surprised at who he found.

Travis raised an eyebrow at the couple quickly putting their clothes together as they jumped up from the bed. "Lisa...?"

Lisa fumbled with her hair as she glared at him. "Travis." She stormed out of the room through the back.