So What If You Can See The Darkest Side of Me?

The conversation that Rogue had with the professor raised more questions than it had answers. Silent Hill. It sounded familiar, but where had she heard it before?

Rogue’s fingers worked feverishly on the keyboard. It was after dark and most everyone in the institute was asleep. She waited this long to go to the library and browse the web because she felt her business was too important for any sort of interruptions. She figured Google search would work the fastest and typed in the name Silent Hill in the address bar. The first two results were the only thing that caught her attention.

Silent Hill - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Silent Hill, Toluca County, WV. A small and quiet town that was once devoted entirely to the tourist industry....
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Cursed Towns of America - Silent Hill
A sleepy town located in Toluca county, West Virginia. On the surface, Silent Hill appears to be nothing more than a quiet town collapsing into the ruins of its former tourist industry....
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She at least knew well enough to know that Wikipedia was a good source of knowledge, but the second link intrigued her far too much. She decided to click on that one. While the page was loading, she glanced around in the darkness of the library to make sure no one else was there. She could only glance about because it didn’t take too long for the website to load.

Home Photos Newspaper Articles Webmaster Support About Links

She decided to click on photos first. That didn’t turn in anything particularly interesting. Just the sign post saying Welcome To Silent Hill, a hospital by the name of Brookhaven, and a lake named Toluca, among other things. She decided to click on the Newspaper Article section and skimmed through it quickly. One of them in particular caught her interest pretty quickly.

-The police announced today that Walter Sullivan, who was arrested on the 18th of this month for the brutal murder of Billy Locane and his sister Miriam, committed suicide in his jail cell early on the morning of the 22nd.

According to the police statement, Sullivan used a soup spoon to stab himself in the neck, severing his carotid artery. By the time the guard discovered him, Sullivan was dead from blood loss, the spoon buried two inches in his neck.

An old schoolmate of Walter Sullivan’s from his hometown of Pleasant River said “He didn’t look like a type of guy who would kill kids. But I do remember that just before they arrested him he was blurting out all sorts of strange stuff like ‘He’s trying to kill me. He’s trying to punish me. That monster... the red devil. Forgive me. I did it, but it wasn’t me!’.”.

The schoolmate then added “I guess now that I think of it, he was kinda crazy.”.-

It was cryptic and vague. 18th and 22nd of what month? What year? The website didn’t give any details about that. As Rogue read on, there were other things that caught her eye. Apparently, bits of paper are occasionally found in public places with strange messages written on them. Locals used to report them to the police and local news, but it seemed now they were getting a little numbed up to it. As the page went on, it listed some examples of what had been written on these strange messages.

-I’m going to write everything that I’ve learned so far. Maybe that will help you out somehow. If you’re reading this, it probably means I’m already dead.-

-I saw those demons. They were there, I’m certain. But my friend says he didn’t see anything. If that’s true, does that mean that what I saw was an illusion? But whether that demon that ate human beings was real, or whether it was just some kind of hallucination that my min dreamed up... one thing I know for sure is that I’m beyond all hope.-

-It seems that they’re attracted to light. That’s why people who need light to see are their natural prey. They also react strongly to sound. If you want to go on living, you’d be better off just sitting in the dark and staying quiet. But even that probably won’t save you.-

-If you’re going to try to fight them, the most important thing is to relax. It’s dangerous to fire a gun while you’re all crazy with fear. Take good aim, and then squeeze the trigger. And don’t forget to finish them off. I think most of those creatures can be killed, even if they are tougher than people.-

-Run away.-

-Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away!-

There were others besides those, but only one other caught her attention again.

-She’s just beyond this door. I don’t know how, but I can sense it. But she’s not the only one there. I sense the presence of something extremely dangerous, even sickening... or maybe what they call “God”. Nevertheless, I will open the door. Enough of this idle chit-chat. “God” I’m not, but I fully intend to save her... no, them.-


Rogue enjoyed a good horror thriller as much as the next gothic girl, but something about this....it was almost too much. Something more eerie about it. Now she remembered where she heard the name Silent Hill before. As a child, she used to love to read up on ghost stories and other paranormal things. Things that fit right into this. She vaguely remembered hearing about Silent Hill and what went on there. She remembered hearing about some sort of religious group....no, a cult.

Rogue quickly hit the back button and typed in a new search. Silent Hill Cults. She got several results and thought the first link showed the most promise. She scrolled down the page and saw a red symbol the likes of which she’d never seen before. A circle. No, two circles, one inside the other and what looked like runes between them. Inside the smaller circle, there were a number of other symbols, including three tinier circles. She skimmed through the information regarding it.

-Represents the deity known as “The Halo of the Sun.” In heraldry, symbolizes a religious group. The two outer circles are charity and resurrection: the three inner circles are present, past, and future. Usually drawn in red. Occasionally drawn in black or other colors, but blue reverses the meaning into a curse on God and is therefore forbidden.-

She scrolled down more until she found information regarding the actual religion and not just their symbols. Again, a few paragraphs caught her attention.


-There is no religion that has remained unchanged from the moment it was founded. This one is no exception. When this religion fell into the hands of immigrants, it was deeply influenced by their own original Christian beliefs.

For example, the traditional representatives of these primal gods may be given the names and descriptions of Christian angels. Thus shared characteristic begin to appear (There is also one rare example of the chief deity, “Creator of Paradise” or “Lord of Serpents and Reeds”, being dubbed with a demon’s name. Of course, this was not done by believers, but by their opponents).-


-One characteristic, mentioned only in rare documents and dying out in the modern age, is that of the ritual sacrifice. “Offering prayers, pierce a man’s chest with a copper stake. Drench the alter in the blood which spouts red from the heart, to praise and to show loyalty unto God.”

In another sacrificial rite mentioned in the same book, the victim is burned alive. This was a more dignified ceremony in which prisoners and sinners were not allowed to participate. Only the clergy could be sacrificed.

Similar to burning at the stake, no comparable rite can be found in religion practiced nearby. It may have some connection with the main deity being a sun god.

Even though this religion extols redemption, it brings to mind a dark and cultish history.-


It was a good read, but it still brought chills down Rogue’s back. Just the kind of ghost story she liked. Greatly intrigued, she read on.


-“Hope House”, an orphanage on the outskirts of Silent Hill. But behind its false image is a place where children are kid napped and brainwashed. Hope House is managed by the “Silent Hill Smile Support Society,” a charity organization sometimes called “4S”.

It’s true that 4S is a well-respected charity that “takes in poor children without homes and raises them with hope.”, but at its heart, it is a heathen organization that teaches its own warped dogma in lieu of good religious values.
Mr. Smith (temp), who lives near “Hopes House,” had this to say: “I wonder why that little gothic girl is nosing around on the internet. She should know that Donovan will end up just like Scott and Remy. Another broken heart. Besides that, she’s messing with things too dangerous for her to comprehend. Little Anna should know better than to play with fire.”-


She gasped and jumped up from the computer. Did she just read what she thought she read? She looked around a bit to make sure no one else was there. As before, she found she was alone. But this time, the darkness seemed to take on a life of its own. Like it was looking back at her. Like it was surrounding her and about to close in for the kill. This was way too much, even for her.

She looked back at the computer screen to make sure she saw what she really saw. She had to look back at the article, make sure she really had seen what she’d seen.


-“Hope House”, an orphanage on the outskirts of Silent Hill. But behind its false image is a place where children are kid napped and brainwashed. Hope House is managed by the “Silent Hill Smile Support Society,” a charity organization sometimes called “4S”.

It’s true that 4S is a well-respected charity that “takes in poor children without homes and raises them with hope.”, but at its heart, it is a heathen organization that teaches its own warped dogma in lieu of good religious values.
Mr. Smith (temp), who lives near “Hopes House,” had this to say: “Sometimes at night I can hear their weird prayers and the sounds of [children] crying. I went there to complain one time, but they ran me right out. Since then, it hasn’t changed at bit.”

In fact, this reporter was refused admission when he attempted to take photographs in the facility. What exactly do the folks at “Hope House” have to hide? During my investigations, I was able to discover, however, a suspicious-looking round concrete tower which appears to be part of their facilities. Unfortunately no one was willing to tell us what the tower was used for. But it seems unlikely that is has anything to do with the business of raising orphans. It may in fact be a prison, or a secret place of worship.

The cult religion that operates “Hope House” is known by the locals simply as “The Order”. It’s a religion that is deeply interwoven with Silent Hill’s history. But its worshipers fervent believe that they are among the elite “chosen people” has a dark and dangerous side.

I intend to continue my investigation of “Hope House” and the cult behind it. I’ve always believed that “telling the whole truth” and showing the children the true path, is out most important duty.

Joseph Schreiber-


She sighed but still couldn’t shake the primal fear that filled her earlier. She decided that she’d dove into this far enough, at least for the night. Night, she couldn’t have picked a more eerie time to do this.

She quickly logged off and snuck back to her room. Kitty was deeply asleep. Good, at least she wouldn’t wake up and ask Rogue where she’d been. She couldn’t get that experience out of her thoughts quick enough. Undressing a little bit, she flopped down in her bed and tried to go to sleep.

Surprisingly, sleep came easy. Sleep didn’t come as easy for others though.

Elsewhere in the mansion, in the male wing, a certain young man lay in his bed with his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep, even though his body was exhausted. Indeed, he wasn’t even prepared properly for bed. He still wore his jeans and shirt from earlier. He’d only gotten out of his shoes to turn in. But sleep wouldn’t come to him this night, as it hadn’t any of the previous nights.

He’d try closing his eyes, but they betrayed him. Though closing his lids meant shutting his eyes to this world, it was as if he opened them up to a new world. Another world, where vague and macabre memories roamed. Sometimes when he was alone, he’d find himself overwhelmed by these images, hunching over and twitching in a catatonic mentally ill person. He figured that by now he’d already gone crazy.

Why did he stay here? Why did he even allow himself to come here in the first place? Because he was lonely and because he called out to him. That’s why. Charles Xavier. Such a nice man. Such a kind person. He only wanted to reach out to Donovan. To help him. To solve his problems. To heal his wounds and ease his pain. And he didn’t want anything in return. It brought back powerful memories. Painful memories. But at the same time....pleasant. Memories of people long dead and buried, but people who went out of their way to help him...to help her.

Lisa Garland, the wonderful and heavenly nurse that watched over him while he stayed in that awful sick room. But....she did get a little strange toward the end. Harry Mason, the poor and kindly man who twice took him in and raised him like he was his own blood. Both of them died, as a result of him...of her. And then there was Douglas, different from the other two. He’d actually died by Donovan’s own hands...but Heather’s, no Cheryl’s own hands. He was just trying to do his job, to be a good detective.

Like all good people, that thing merely used his good intentions to suit its own ends. He wound up leading the cult straight to Harry, where he returned home to find him murdered. He was furious with Douglas at first, but came to realize that it wasn’t his fault. Douglas even felt so bad about what happened that he offered to risk his own life to help her, to help him. And that sealed his fate. When he thought the struggle was over, he returned to the wounded Douglas, only to find him laying there dead, cruelly cut open like Harry was. And blood dripping from her own knife.....

He switched positions to lay on his right side. Tears fogged up his vision and he felt them begin to stream down his cheek.

“Things should be okay. Men don’t give birth.”

He tried to reassure himself of that. But deep down, he feared it wasn’t true. Deep down, he felt that a struggle that reaches into the very depths of Hell and human nightmares awaited him in this life too.