Silent Heaven

Meeting The Executioner

I do not own anything except my characters!

Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.

Hello and welcome to my story! This book will be intensely unique, compared to the usual Silent Hill nature. In this story, I will be combining features from both the films, and the games in which I find fits best for my storyline. My goal is to entertain you, as a reader, along with myself. The genre for this story is Romance/Horror/Supernatural, for good reason.

This story exists within my own universe, which is much similar to reality, yet has adopted themes from a select number of films and games. These other themes do not correspond with this story, except with the fact this story, and a few other stories on here of mine all exist within this same universe.

The other stories of mine that are within this universe (which may or may not intertwine with one another in the future), are  the following.

Violet Feathers (Jeepers Creepers)

Bad Blood (It/It2 2017/2020)

Chapter 1: Meeting the Executioner

Running as fast as her legs could carry her, Hecate fled through the streets of the fogged and seemingly dead grounds of Silent Hill as the shrill, wailing cries of the siren sounds throughout the town.

Hecate has been here for three days, ever since her friends decided to test out the legitimacy of the legend surrounding this ghost town to see whether or not it is really haunted. She was interested as well, but was not looking forward to risking her life for her own curiosity.

All of her friends got their answer. The first time the siren went off while they were there, they all disappeared one by one. For all she knows, her friends might have been stabbed to death by one of those hell-bent nurses, or torn apart by a romper. Either way, she didn't want to know or even think about the possibilities of their fates.

Slipping into a building with a broken lock, she searches frantically for a weapon of any kind.

Finding an axe, she grabs it as the world begins to darken all around her. Quickly the darkness engulfs her into the Hell she has visited plenty of the last few days.

As the world softly begins to brighten, the floor and walls around her begin to fall apart, revealing mostly rusted metal underneath.

Gripping the axe, she seals herself inside the room she had found the axe in. The room she had decided to take refuge within seems to be a small lunch break area for the building.

Searching for a place to hideout until the world shifts again, Hecate decides the only relatively safe spot for her to hide in happens to be within the cabinets below the sink.

Just as her brain tells her legs to move and hide, she freezes up the moment unfamiliar sounds begin to reach her ears. From beyond the wooden door, the sound of groaning, slight dragging and the loud scraping of metal on metal can be heard approaching. Her eyes lock onto the door as the sounds draw closer, fear rising within her as she fears the creature she has yet to meet. Hecate begins to hope and pray that the creature bypasses the room she sought refuge within, yet the sound of the creature shaking and pounding against the door makes her heart sink.

"Fuck, just great." She mutters to herself, taking this opportunity to dart beneath the sink. Just as she closes the cabinet doors, the aged, wooden door to the room bursts open as it collapses onto the ground in chunks and splinters.