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~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 5)

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~HOMETOWN~

(Chapter 5)


"So what the FUCK am I supposed to do now, huh!?" I yelled into the air, to the town. "Just sit here like some asshole waiting for my next clue? Maybe I'll find a bloody Post-It note taped up to my fridge that's now rotting away?" I began to get angry. "Or maybe try a less subtle approach and I'll wait here for the goddamn telephone to ring, hows that?" I let out a deep breath and sank into the couch as I tried to relax.


....Just then, the phone rang.



My thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as I stared at my cell phone. I still was getting no signal, indicated by the big "X" where signal bars usually are in the top right corner of my Android. That did not stop my phone from ringing over and over again. The other weird thing was; my ringer is set to play the theme from Super Mario Brothers, yet the ringer was belting out what sounded like a old rotary dial phone but...slower. Darker. I was one hundred percent sure that that particular ringtone was not one of the pre-set one's in my phone. I never heard something so ominous in my life.
Part of me wanted to press the TALK button, while another part wanted to throw my cell phone out of my window and watch it smash on the sidewalk outside.

*brrriiiiinnggggg-brriiiiinngggg*

*silence*

*brrriiiiinnggggg-brriiiiinngggg*

*silence*

*brrriiiiinnggggg-brriiiiinngggg*

In the end, my desperation (to say nothing of my curiosity) got the better of me, and I hit the TALK button.
"Hello!?", I answered frantically. "I need help! I'm all alone. What's going on here!?"
On the other end, I could hear breathing. Not heavy or threatening, but there was definitely someone on the other-side.
"HELLO!? Can you hear me!?", I asked franically. Knowing that - yes indeed - the person on the other can absolutely hear me. "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?", I screamed.

Nothing but more breathing on the other end.

I pressed "END CALL", and began hyperventilating. "Godammit! What the fuck is going on?", I hissed. I reached into my pocket with quivering hands , fumbling for my Newport 100 pack. I barely touched it with my finger tips, when my phone rang again. This time there was no hesitation. I hit the "TALK" button hard and screamed into my phone. "WHAT!?", I bellowed?"

"...Mr. Culpa?", responded a soft-spoken voice. Whoever it was sounded very familiar.
"Yeah, I'm Donnie Culpa", I responded. Calming down some. "Who is this?"
"...You don't remember. That is why we must talk. Very soon."
I was absolutely positive I heard this voice before. Strange...it filled me with comfort, yet an aching sadness at the same time.
"Talk? Talk about what?", I asked.
"...You missed your appointment, I'm afraid. I am going to pencil you in for the day after tomorrow. Will you be ready by then, Mr. Culpa?" It was so strange. It really sounded like this person sincerely wanted to help me. There were more important things that needed explaining though, like what happened to everyone.
"Fuck that!", I responded. "Where is everyone. I know you know!"
"...What an...odd...question, Mr. Culpa."
"Odd my ass! Silent Hill is a fucking ghost town! And speaking of ghosts, strange shit has been going on here as well! So...allow me to ask your creepy-ass again...where is everyone and what the hell is going on??"
"...I can see your far from ready, Mr. Culpa", the voice responded. Still friendly, by now with a hint of disappointment. "Please take measures to correct this, Mr. Culpa. In the meantime, your better off at Brookhaven."

*click*

*Beeeeeeeeeeeep*

The mysteriously familiar and kind-sounding voice hung up. 'What...the...fuck?', I thought as I put my phone back in my pocket. I knew that voice, but I couldn't place it. It definitely brought up feelings and sadness. Something else as well, that my consciousness was trying to fight. 'Guilt', said that subconscious voice from deep within my memory.
I sat on my couch and began thinking. 'Speaking of sadness...why have I been feeling that since this ordeal started?', I wondered. 'Sure, its only natural, given the circumstances, but...there's something else. Something that runs deeper that I don't want to face. That weirdo's voice accentuated it for a minute and I almost...almost....'
I shuddered as my mind switched gears to more immediate concerns. 'He wanted me to go to Brookhaven?', I couldn't figure out why on Earth I'm supposed to go there. Brookhaven is a psychiatric hospital, a few blocks away, over on Caroll Street. I've never been inside before, but the outside was creepy as all-fuck. There's absolutely no business I could possibly have inside that place. 'Although', I thought, 'maybe Brookhaven has something to do with whatever happened in Silent Hill. Or maybe...just maybe...Andrew took refuge there', I reasoned, afraid that Andrew was still around and in trouble.
Wasting no time, I fumbled through the utility closet for my Maglite, and some extra 'D' batteries.

This time, I'm gunna be prepared.


(End Chapter 5)
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