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I know there are errors in this story but I'm not going to spend much time on a fan fiction.

This started out with me messing with the gradient tool in Paint.net and it kind of looked like a hallway. I thought about adding fog and of course there needed to be something in the fog. The fog made me thing of Silent Hill, which is were I got the name. The name gave me the idea for the short peace of fan fiction.

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Aran woke up in Brookhaven Hospital, not quite sure how he got there. His eyes burned and his head hurt. He knew he was in Silent Hill, he had to go there after what happened on Wednesday. He did stop at a bar on the way and the pills didn’t help. Aran swore off the pills but after Wednesday he felt he needed some. He knew there was a crash when he got to town, it couldn't have been bad as he was uninjured. Aran didn’t know what he said when the police arrived but it couldn’t have been good as they drew their guns. Arans eyes still hurt from the mace, and the painful memory of the tasers was still fresh. He didn’t remember what happened afterward but he had a vague memory being in the backseat of a car kicking at a window.
“They must have put me in the psych ward.” Aran thought allowed. This was not the first time he ended up in one after a bad time. Don’t think out loud, he thought, they might think you are talking to yourself.
Aran covered his eyes, I must have drunk more than I thought I did. He thought. Noticing a smell, a rotten moldy smell, Aran looked at the room. The walls were old and water damaged, the light on the ceiling was gone, with two wires hanging out of the hole where it was, the light in the room came from the window, with broken glass and rusty bars, and the door was open. ”Th’ fuck?” he said aloud, standing up and looking around.
Aran walked out of the room, yelling “Hello! Isn’t this door supposed to be locked?” The hallway was old, dilapidated, the linoleum floor was torn up, the walls were dirty and water damaged, the lights flickered, the whole place smelled of mold, and fog hung in the air.
Down the hallway Aran saw a human figure, in the fog. “Hey!” He yelled, “Where am I, what’s going on?” The figure turned, walked around a corner, Aran ran after it but the only thing around that corner was a broken elevator.
“This can’t be real.” He said allowed. This has to be a hallucination. There was some mistake, at any moment now the orderlies are going to throw me back into that room. He waited there but nothing happened. “I’m walking the hallways!” He yelled, “I got out of my room. Hello, anyone?”
With nothing else to do he checked the other rooms, they were all opened except for S12 which was locked. Almost all the others were mostly the same. Some still had beds, some didn’t but they all had damaged walls and the smell of mold, the only one different had a table in the middle of the room with a pocket flashlight shining at the ceiling. He took it in case he needed it.
He explored the hospital, making his way from the patent area to the offices. In one of the offices he found a fresh piece of paper, with his name on it. It read: Aran, you shouldn’t have come here. Nothing good will come from you being here, especially after what you did. Just go home, it is better for all of us if you weren’t here. The way out of town is open. If you insist on coming, you can’t get there from here. A peace of the Abyss reaches into this hospital, it has since a patient mysteriously died in room S12 twenty years ago. I left you the key. But Implore you, just go home.
A key was next to the note. Aran angrily crumpled up the note and threw it at the wall. He turned to leave the office, standing in the hall outside of the office was something. It wasn’t human, maybe some kind of ghost or specter. It seemed to stare at Aran, though it didn’t have eyes or a face. After what seemed to Aran like forever, the Thing walked to the left, away from the office. Aran walked out of the office, looked to the left, it wasn’t there. “I got to get the fuck out of here!” Aran said.
He found his way to the lobby and out the hospital's front door. It was day time but unseasonably foggy. He turned around to look at the hospital, it was indeed Brookhaven Hospital, this was Silent Hill.
He looked down the street, the street going north had collapsed, he looked south, the street that way seemed intact. “Is anyone there?” he yelled at the top of his voice. “Hello, anyone. Please answer me!” There was no reply.
As a kid Aran heard stories about Silent Hills fog, how some saw monsters in it and some people vanished on foggy days. He didn’t believe it, until now. Arans 2003 white Honda Civic was parked in the middle of the street. He ran to his car, it was damaged from a crash, though it could still run. The damage was fixable, though probably would cost more than the car to fix. He found his phone on the center console, it still had a twenty percent charge but it didn’t have a signal.
Aran started the car and drove south, turning onto Rendel Street. Morison had also collapsed, Saul Street was blocked by a burning semi and trailer. All ways deeper into Silent hill had collapsed or were blocked.
At the edge of town Aran stopped. He closed his eyes, and sighed. Upon opening them he saw the Thing again. Aran got out of the car, looked at the specter. “You want me to leave? Is that it?” It didn’t answer. “Well I’m not!” he yelled. “I came here for a reason and you will not stop me!” Aran got back in the car and drove back to the hospital.
Remembering the note said something about moving forward he went back to the office, found the crumpled up note and reread it. He took the key and went to S12, and went pack to patient aria. Standing in front of the locked door he wondered what the note meant by “Abyss”. Was it purgatory or hell? Was he in purgatory now? Was the crash much worse than he remembered, was he dead? Is this hell? With shaking hands he unlocked the door and went in.
He found himself in a white hallway, clean, with no smell of mold, without a smell at all. He didn’t see any door but the omnipresent fog only allowed him to see so far. And in that fog stood the Thing, that specter that has been haunting him. He took a deep shaky breath and walked forward.
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Description

I know there are errors in this story but I'm not going to spend much time on a fan fiction.

This started out with me messing with the gradient tool in Paint.net and it kind of looked like a hallway. I thought about adding fog and of course there needed to be something in the fog. The fog made me thing of Silent Hill, which is were I got the name. The name gave me the idea for the short peace of fan fiction.

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Aran woke up in Brookhaven Hospital, not quite sure how he got there. His eyes burned and his head hurt. He knew he was in Silent Hill, he had to go there after what happened on Wednesday. He did stop at a bar on the way and the pills didn’t help. Aran swore off the pills but after Wednesday he felt he needed some. He knew there was a crash when he got to town, it couldn't have been bad as he was uninjured. Aran didn’t know what he said when the police arrived but it couldn’t have been good as they drew their guns. Arans eyes still hurt from the mace, and the painful memory of the tasers was still fresh. He didn’t remember what happened afterward but he had a vague memory being in the backseat of a car kicking at a window.
“They must have put me in the psych ward.” Aran thought allowed. This was not the first time he ended up in one after a bad time. Don’t think out loud, he thought, they might think you are talking to yourself.
Aran covered his eyes, I must have drunk more than I thought I did. He thought. Noticing a smell, a rotten moldy smell, Aran looked at the room. The walls were old and water damaged, the light on the ceiling was gone, with two wires hanging out of the hole where it was, the light in the room came from the window, with broken glass and rusty bars, and the door was open. ”Th’ fuck?” he said aloud, standing up and looking around.
Aran walked out of the room, yelling “Hello! Isn’t this door supposed to be locked?” The hallway was old, dilapidated, the linoleum floor was torn up, the walls were dirty and water damaged, the lights flickered, the whole place smelled of mold, and fog hung in the air.
Down the hallway Aran saw a human figure, in the fog. “Hey!” He yelled, “Where am I, what’s going on?” The figure turned, walked around a corner, Aran ran after it but the only thing around that corner was a broken elevator.
“This can’t be real.” He said allowed. This has to be a hallucination. There was some mistake, at any moment now the orderlies are going to throw me back into that room. He waited there but nothing happened. “I’m walking the hallways!” He yelled, “I got out of my room. Hello, anyone?”
With nothing else to do he checked the other rooms, they were all opened except for S12 which was locked. Almost all the others were mostly the same. Some still had beds, some didn’t but they all had damaged walls and the smell of mold, the only one different had a table in the middle of the room with a pocket flashlight shining at the ceiling. He took it in case he needed it.
He explored the hospital, making his way from the patent area to the offices. In one of the offices he found a fresh piece of paper, with his name on it. It read: Aran, you shouldn’t have come here. Nothing good will come from you being here, especially after what you did. Just go home, it is better for all of us if you weren’t here. The way out of town is open. If you insist on coming, you can’t get there from here. A peace of the Abyss reaches into this hospital, it has since a patient mysteriously died in room S12 twenty years ago. I left you the key. But Implore you, just go home.
A key was next to the note. Aran angrily crumpled up the note and threw it at the wall. He turned to leave the office, standing in the hall outside of the office was something. It wasn’t human, maybe some kind of ghost or specter. It seemed to stare at Aran, though it didn’t have eyes or a face. After what seemed to Aran like forever, the Thing walked to the left, away from the office. Aran walked out of the office, looked to the left, it wasn’t there. “I got to get the fuck out of here!” Aran said.
He found his way to the lobby and out the hospital's front door. It was day time but unseasonably foggy. He turned around to look at the hospital, it was indeed Brookhaven Hospital, this was Silent Hill.
He looked down the street, the street going north had collapsed, he looked south, the street that way seemed intact. “Is anyone there?” he yelled at the top of his voice. “Hello, anyone. Please answer me!” There was no reply.
As a kid Aran heard stories about Silent Hills fog, how some saw monsters in it and some people vanished on foggy days. He didn’t believe it, until now. Arans 2003 white Honda Civic was parked in the middle of the street. He ran to his car, it was damaged from a crash, though it could still run. The damage was fixable, though probably would cost more than the car to fix. He found his phone on the center console, it still had a twenty percent charge but it didn’t have a signal.
Aran started the car and drove south, turning onto Rendel Street. Morison had also collapsed, Saul Street was blocked by a burning semi and trailer. All ways deeper into Silent hill had collapsed or were blocked.
At the edge of town Aran stopped. He closed his eyes, and sighed. Upon opening them he saw the Thing again. Aran got out of the car, looked at the specter. “You want me to leave? Is that it?” It didn’t answer. “Well I’m not!” he yelled. “I came here for a reason and you will not stop me!” Aran got back in the car and drove back to the hospital.
Remembering the note said something about moving forward he went back to the office, found the crumpled up note and reread it. He took the key and went to S12, and went pack to patient aria. Standing in front of the locked door he wondered what the note meant by “Abyss”. Was it purgatory or hell? Was he in purgatory now? Was the crash much worse than he remembered, was he dead? Is this hell? With shaking hands he unlocked the door and went in.
He found himself in a white hallway, clean, with no smell of mold, without a smell at all. He didn’t see any door but the omnipresent fog only allowed him to see so far. And in that fog stood the Thing, that specter that has been haunting him. He took a deep shaky breath and walked forward.
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