And Now the Four Merry Lunatics of the Silent Hill County Jail In their rendition of:
THE SILENT HILL TANGO
Who: Evie, Jack, Luke and Wren - What: Getting the H - E - Double Hockey Sticks - Out of this door. When: Hopefully right now. Where: Silent Hill, then - God Willing - The hotel lobby Warnings: I don't know but we all seem to be trying to out-creep each other every time you leave the four of us alone together... so proceed with caution I think.
You know how people have those little habits that get you down?
[Evie had been pulled and pushed into doors, pulled and pushed out of doors, she had opened doors full of horrors no one should witness. Horrors she starred in, horrors her friends were privy to, horrors of other people she knew, horrors of people she didn't. Some rooms behind the doors they unlocked were so empty they were stifling full, and others so quiet that the noise was deafening.
Some rooms just screamed, or bled, others breathed a sigh of relief, at whatever had been let out of it. The scurry across the floor, or a WHOOSH! of air when one door opened and another quickly slammed behind them. They were never going to find it. Will told her the whole time. He told her over and over again that she should pick a room and live in it, and then he'd lead her to something disgusting.
She'd stopped caring about talking to him in front of the others, she addressed him like he was part of the group, even as he started to decay in front of her. She took him everywhere with her, and gave him a vote whenever a discussion was had. Her dead boyfriend was annoyed. Her dead boyfriend was frustrated. Always that. Her dead boyfriend. The one thing she forced herself to hold onto. It didn't matter if it didn't matter - but he was the dead boyfriend.
And he hated everyone and everything around him. He and Evie fought and yelled and at each other - but no one else could hear him. No one else could see him.
And still she had fought him.
Like now, he was whispering that she only had four keys left. Four keys left in her pile and then she'd need to find more. Or give up. The pads of her fingers felt raw from where she'd been holding keys in a death grip at every door they tried. It wasn't a line of door after door. Not always. It wasn't always a terrifying maze.
She was on the second to the last key when the walls shook and a familiar wail filled the air. The piercing cry of a siren, they'd been in the resort for a cycle already. It was going to get worse. And she was on the second to the last key she had and everyone else was God knows where in the vicinity - they had to stay in hollering distance and they all preferred eye-lines, but it didn't always work with the wandering they all tended to do.
It was with a push as a monster ambled towards her across the ceiling that she opened the second to the last door with the last key in her hand and she felt it push open and on the other side. A smell as familiar as anything. A sight. She almost didn't believe it. And she yelled down the hallway.] WE FOUND IT! [Not sure if she was even heard over the sirens wailing but afraid to leave her post in case the door disappeared. She yelled again and again even once the sirens ended she kept screaming for her friends. She and Will had found the door.]