The House in Silent Hill

It was a chilly November night in 1999. I was two at the time and had just been abandoned by my mother. My father moved us to a new house in Silent Hill, Tennessee, because the memories that the old house possessed were just too much. As I lie in bed, the only thing to be heard seemed just about as quiet as a mouse. It was slow and agonizing, like nails on a chalk board. "Screeeech!" Because I was only a toddler, it scared me more than it should have. I ran out of my room.

"Daddy! Daddy! There's something in my room!!" I wailed.

"Baby, you're overreacting. Let's get you a snack and then go back to bed." He whispered.

To me, my daddy was my warrior, my protector. When he said I was overreacting, I took his word for it and followed him to the kitchen to get some dry cereal to snack on. He led me back to my room, tucked me in, and gave me a kiss goodnight.

The next morning, I woke up to a wet window and thunder. I went to go get my dad so he could make me some food.

"Daddy, it's time to wake up!!" I screamed.

"Okay! Okay! I'm up!! What do you need?" He laughed.

"I'm hungry. Can you make me some bacon and chocolate milk?" I asked.

He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. As he started cooking the bacon, the sound that I heard last night came back, but this time, my daddy heard it too!

"Baby, do you hear that?" He asked.

"Daddy, that's what I was telling you about last night." I said, as I scurried closer to my father.

My daddy tried to locate the noise with no luck. The day seemed to go by quicker than I thought logically possible. As bedtime approached, I suddenly felt petrified of going into my room. I felt like something was wrong, and I didn't want to go within a 6 foot range of the doorway. I eventually went into my room, but I wasn't there for long. Right before I fell into a deep sleep, I saw an owl. It was white and it was just looking down at me from my ceiling. Although it was very odd looking, it had a calming look in its eyes. You would think I'd run, but it was like I was paralyzed. As the rain thumped on the roof outside, I wasn't even sure it was rain anymore. I felt myself being lifted into the air, almost as if I was floating. I didn't notice until it was too late that there was a blue-green beam surrounding my body. Just like I had never been there, I was gone.

The next morning, my father woke up to find me missing. He called the police and they filed an Amber Alert to be issued under my name. At that point, it was my father's turn to be petrified. Days turned to months, which turned to years. After three years, they still hadn't had any leads. By now, everyone had lost hope. My dad, who was sitting in the middle of the floor looking at my baby pictures, was packing all of our belongings into boxes, and moving to a different state. Just like the old house, the memories were too much for him to handle. He eventually moved, still mourning my disappearance. As the old, creaky house aged through the years, the next generation wondered what had happened on that property, but every time they'd ask their parents, it would be the same response.

"Don't go near the house on Silent Hill.."