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| A typical Sunday | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 2 2006, 12:16 PM (57 Views) | |
| Heather Mason | Jul 2 2006, 12:16 PM Post #1 |
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You can call me Cheryl
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After hanging up the phone and agreeing to meet her friends at the mall, Heather drove to the outskirts of Silent Hill. With no recollection of why she dislikes Silent Hill, she marched in to what she thought would be a fun afternoon. The first sign that there was something wrong was that the parking lot was empty, and the doors wouldn't work. Heather peeked in through the glass and saw an empty mall. Pushing on the doors for just enough room to slip through, she entered the cold and dark place. Shaking with fear, Heather walked to the usual meeting place by the fountain. She sat down on a near by bench and studied the shape of the mall; broken glasss, dirt all over the floor, broken mercahndise, and the fountain water was squirting everywhere. What happened? Heather thought and sighed at the questioned. SNAP! Heather shot up and looked toward the direction of the noise. "Hello? Anyone there?", there was a pause and out of the shadows came a beat up woman, "Please, tell me what's going on?" asked Heather. The old woman came forward, "At least tell me your name!" pleaded Heather. "My name? My name is Claudia." |
Fear the toilet paper!![]() ![]() Inventory: (1) Nail gun, (9) Nails, (1) Srewdriver, (1) Shotgun, (5) Shotgun shells, (1) Jem stone necklace, (1) Cellphone, (1) Radio, (2) Batteries, (16) Matches, (1) Bottle of pain relief. | |
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| Heather Mason | Jul 3 2006, 03:40 PM Post #2 |
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You can call me Cheryl
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As the woman named Claudia came closer, she started to pull out a sharp kitchen knife. "Heather..., Heather!" she screeched, "It's really you!" Heather started to pull back looking for a weapon to defend herself but the only things around were chunks of wood that a knife could break. "What are you doing?", Heather squeled as the woman came closer and closer. The woman was now only a few feet away and raised her arms to strike but the sound of white noise broke the rush. KISHHHHHHHHHH! The radio in Heather's cargo vest pocket was making the sound that interupted her death. Claudia was distracted, looking at the estrange object in Heather's vest. Claudia was so distracted that she didn't notice the large red monster heading towards her, but Heather did. Just as the monster was at Claudia's heels Heather rolled away covering herself behind the fountain. Watching the monster gobble Claudia up, a detective walked into the mall. "NO!" screamed Heather at the sight of the monster running towards the detective. Calmly and quickly the man pulled out his gun and fired a single round to the beast's heart and stomach. "What the hell was that thing!" Heather screamed as the detective wrapped his arms around the child. "Heather Mason?", he questioned, "Claudia said you would be here." |
Fear the toilet paper!![]() ![]() Inventory: (1) Nail gun, (9) Nails, (1) Srewdriver, (1) Shotgun, (5) Shotgun shells, (1) Jem stone necklace, (1) Cellphone, (1) Radio, (2) Batteries, (16) Matches, (1) Bottle of pain relief. | |
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