(This is basically just a "fan-fiction" of sorts, not to be taken seriously.)
Silent Hill: New Creation
Markus knew what he had to do: he had to put his foot down on the pedal before he missed putting his daughters to bed. He pushed slightly, feeling the Mustang purr with excitement. Hearing this, he immediately pushed down more, and the speed picked up fast. He was already accelerating two more miles per hour with each millisecond. The smooth road continued on and it felt like a dream. He had to be home in less than ten minutes, he was late getting off of work but that was ok.
He lit a cigarette with both hands, keeping the steering wheel steady with his knees. He cruised like this for a minute, carefully pressing on the gas pedal with his right foot. After taking a long drag and tossing the butt out of the window and exhaling a trail of smoke through his nose, Markus slapped his hands back on the wheel to take a right turn that was his straight line home.
He didn't see the tree before he hit the little boy casually walking into the middle of the road like he owned it. He swerved and stamped the brakes hard, but that wasn't enough to send him careening into the tree.
When he woke up, Markus was laying on cracked asphalt caked in ash, as it fell from the sky like a blanket of grey snow, covering everything he could see including a sign. From where he was lying, Markus couldn't tell what it said, but when he got up on his feet, he walked toward it and read: "Welcome to Silent Hill". Markus couldn't remember anything before waking up, and what troubled him was not why or how he was there, it was why the ash was falling, and was there someone else with him?
He could feel a presence surrounding him on all sides.
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Hollow Hearts
HorrorIn this book, you'll find unfinished short stories that will hopefully someday grow into a much larger body of work. For the exception of one, these are all my creations. Enjoy.
