Silent Hill Suppliment - MrGone's Character Sheets

Message seven.
Static blurted from the answering machine, but this time it was louder. Robert shook his
head and turned on his laptop. He thought about the accident. He was sitting less than three feet
away when it happened. When that transfer truck slammed into the driver side, turning the car
into a crumpled tin can. Robert had been knocked unconscious, and woke up when the fire
started to burn his clothes. He could still see Shelley, pinned in the back seat, but he couldn’t
reach her without thrusting himself through the fire. She was burning alive, and he couldn’t reach
her.
Message eight.
Again, there was static, but this time it had a rhythm to it, like words distorted beyond
recognition. He’d tried to reach her. That was how he’d burned himself so badly, and the reason
he’d lost his fingers. He struggled, and he just knew that if he’d tried just a little harder, he’d
have reached her. But that was when the fire fighters got his door off, and dragged him away. He
didn’t fight them. They didn’t get her out until almost three minutes later. By then, she was
already dead.
Message nine.
“This is Superintendent Sunderland. You haven’t paid your rent. I understand that you’ve
recently lost your sister, and you’ve been laid up from work, but sentiment don’t line pockets.
Pay up or pack up. I’m giving you until the end of the month.”
Sunderland. A real bastard. Ever since his son vanished for good after going into Silent Hill,
he’d become a real ball-buster. The running pool was that Jimmy had offed himself. The laptop’s
screen came on, and he was a bit surprised to see that it was already connected to the internet,
and displaying a website that he didn’t remember navigating to. Silent Hill.
Message ten.
"Silent Hill.”
Robert’s attention flew to the answering machine. He knew that voice. He knew it as well as
he knew his own. He bolted from the chair to the machine, ignoring the headache.
Message eleven.
“…that place… I can’t… Silent Hill.”
No doubt about it, that was Shelley’s voice. A kernel of rage kindled in Robert. Who could
possibly stoop so low as to play this sort of prank on him? He didn’t even know, but sure as hell
he was going to find out. He pounded on the stop-playback button, then went back to his laptop.
Silent Hill. It was a quiet place, from what he read, a town of about ten thousand, settled up