The video stops buffering and you're treated to a shot of Noah's sneakers walking down the side of a gravelly backroad, the only color in sight the faded yellow lines running up and down the blackened asphalt.

"Hey guys, Noah here!" your host introduces, this time from behind the camera for once rather than from in front. You can't help but notice he sounds just a teeny bit winded. "I'm inbound for the biggest roadtrip of my life right now; my dad wants to catch up with some old friends in his hometown of New Orleans, so you know what that means! All sorts of places to explore on the way there! Massachusetts to Louisiana is a long trip. Right now, we're taking a quick pit-stop in Shepherd's Glen, a rural burg in Toluca County, West Virginia. You might also recognize it as the sister city to a certain notorious ghost town called..."

Noah dramatically stops in his tracks and pans the camera up to his own eye-level to reveal he's standing in the shadow of a small, stubby billboard. It's the one thing you can see as it's the only piece of scenery less than five feet from Noah, since everything else is so engulfed by an impenetrable fog of pale blue hue. The sign is weathered, and cast against its dark green background is some white lettering.

"WELCOME TO SILENT HILL"

"Well, minus the 'Welcome to' part. Anyways, this little town used to be a big player in the southern coal mining industry, until in I think 1974, when the toxic fumes of the coal mines escaped to the surface because of a fire and made the whole place uninhabitable. Exactly 2 weeks from now, Silent Hill will have been abandoned for 42 whole years and gated off from the rest of the world. That's right, I had to jump a fence just to shoot this! The fumes have long faded away but this town isn't being repopulated any time soon, that's for sure. All that remains is this thick coat of fog that's gonna make filming this place a pain, but I personally think it makes it scarier and more atmospheric. So let's check it out already!"

After the quick history lesson, Noah continues his trek forward, but in a diagonal trajectory, crossing the street and venturing deep into the billow of mist, so thick that for a couple seconds your whole screen is just a solid murky azure. He emerges, however, out onto a small rural concrete boardwalk hanging over a lake so vast in size it could pass for an ocean at a glance, though that's mainly just an optical illusion thanks to the fog obscuring its edges.

"Wow..." Noah whispers at the breathtaking, albeit vaguely empty and ominous, view. "Don't mind me, guys, I just wanted to capture some footage of Toluca Lake before I entered Silent Hill. Just as an appetizer. I heard this lake-view was a big tourist attraction back in the town's golden age. I can see why!"

Noah ogles landscape-sized mirror for a couple more moments before stepping off the beachfront and resuming his trudge into the star of the video. Through the power of editing, the video cuts ahead a little bit, to where Noah is at the very foot of the town. The singular backroad that carried him from West Virginia's country to Silent Hill's time square has now sprouted into a sprawling network of city streets snaking around corner-stores, apartment complexes, and gas stations. The fog has thinned ever so slightly so a decent amount of the concrete jungle can be seen, as can the decorations of the street.

Trees that have been dead and naked for almost half a century, rusty gates fencing off the graffiti-littered backalleys, and lamp-posts twice the cameraman's size in their towering height. Noah peers left and right as he makes his way down a cracked sidewalk like a slow amusement park ride, making sure to get HD footage of the long emptied-out buildings and the grungy, shadowy alleyways between each of them. His methodical stroll slows to a dead halt when something lands on his shoulder. He looks up and watches as hundreds of particles start sluggishly raining down from the sky, surrounding fog so heavy it looks like the clouds are street-level and releasing the little white twinkles of flakes at point-blank range.

"It's...snowing?" Noah questions. "Whoa! They told me it didn't snow much in the South! Guess they haven't been to Silent Hill!"

He holds his palm out like a platform, allowing a single snowflake to gingerly land upon his soft hand. He holds it up to the camera and grinds it to dust between his thumb and index finger. But something's wrong. Upon gently crushing the white shaving in half, its insides are revealed to be...a dirty grey.

"Wait..."

On the outside, the flakes are pretty, pristine, and crystal. But on the inside, they're ugly, grimy, and sordid, staining two of Noah's digits.

"This isn't snow...this is ashfall!"

Noah starts wheezing and coughing as the toxins from the filthy Silent Hill sky seep into his lungs, and you can hear the gross heaviness in the back of his throat. His stillness immediately launches into a break for the nearest shelter from the polluted precipitation, the boy blindly running up a stumpy flight of concrete stairs and into a random building with its double doors torn off their hinges, a gaping and foreboding invitation. The complex's insides are pitch black, as they would be, and you owe the only reason you're able to see anything to the light draining in outside through the boarded-up windows. The walls are bricked and the floors are tiled, both surfaces solid white and chipping off to reveal the grimy old mortar that lies beneath. Noah sets the camera down on a medical cabinet smuggled into the wall of a hallway so he can catch his breath, finally showing himself in the third person as he coughs up puffs of soot like he just tumbled out a chimney whilst rubbing the white back into his reddened eyes.

"Well," he pants with an audible tickle still in his throat. "I guess the fumes haven't completely cleared after all... So much for exploring Silent Hill. Guess I'll just spend the rest of the video checking out..." He looks around for a sign to tell him where he is, before finding one that's off-screen by squinting. "Brook...haven Hospital. Not that I have anything else to do while I wait for it to stop...ashing."

Noah fumbles the camera back into a first person perspective. Some textile shifting can be heard before Noah unsheathes his trusty flashlight from his pocket and flicks it on, bettering Brookhaven's illumination. He begins walking down the horribly dilapidated corridor, each footstep echoing for miles in this dead quiet void of a hospital's carcass.

"Usually I read up on the places I explore so we can walk and talk during these explorations. But since this is kinda inpromptu," Noah mispronounces, "I don't have much to say about Brookhaven. Sorry guys. I, uh..." He rears the camera around one of the black empty doorways lining the walls and shines light upon the interior of a padded cell, each of its cushions bleeding a gross dirty...something. "...guess this is a mental hospital, judging from the," Noah interrupts himself with a shudder so hard you can feel it by the way the camera tenses. "Sorry guys, I cringe whenever I think of padded cells now..." he calls back to an earlier episode.

All of a sudden, a piercing air raid siren can be heard sweeping across the entirety of Silent Hill from outside. Noah jerks the camera to his left, back out the entrance he came in from where the "snow" can still be seen building up on the streets.

"What the heck is that?! A siren?!"

Noah's lock-on Brookhaven's entrance is broken when the white bricks of the walls all decay into a dirty, flaking, rusting brown, making him wildly dart his head back and forth as his surroundings organically morph right before his very eyes. The cracks in the floor are filled to the brim with mucky blood, gluing the tiles together like the cement that came before it. At the call of a distant and inexplicable defense alarm, Brookhaven Hospital has devolved into a corroded, hellish nightmare world in seconds. The lonely ghost town of Silent Hill is turning out to be more than what meets the eye...

"What is WRONG with this place?!" Noah growls with frustration as he darts the camera back and forth at the overwhelming rot confining him from every angle.

The ceiling bleeds a thick visceral rust and when Noah looks down as he turns a corner, the unearthed tiles, once just a bit cracked and smudged, are now heavily weathered with centuries of corrosion grown in mere seconds. The camera snaps back up to a center frame when a cacophony of lightning fast, clacking footsteps go from nigh-inaudible all the way to right up in your ear before you even know it. It looks like Silent Hill isn't such a ghost town after all. Three figures shamble out the shadows of the hallway too far for Noah's light to reach. They move with janky, lazy, and bent joints, but their speed is aberrantly fast, like the zombie gaits of apocalypse movies being fast-forwarded through.

They're women. But not just women. Women.

Their proportions, while still attractive in a strictly filthy sense, are exaggerated, like bimbo caricatures. They look like the belong in 2D hentai, not the real world. They're so sexually mature it's to an Uncanny Valley extent. Meaty thighs on full display, razor thin waists, and breasts nigh-overflowing out their tops through strategically-placed cleavage windows. Despite their thickness they still manage to maintain a slender and petite grace to their presence, though in an unmistakably demented sense.

They're even dressed in slutty nurse outfits, with ridiculously short skirts and heels so high they shouldn't even be able to "walk" in them the way they do. That's all of their appearances you're able to process in time, though. You're not able to bask in their curves for very long before they each collectively unsheathe butcher knives from hammerspace. The middle one is duel-wielding while her two fellow Nurses only get a single blade each. They charge Noah with their high-heels punctuating their every step and an almost unseeable speed, not even giving the poor kid a chance to run.

"Oh, CRAP, CRAP, CRAP!" Noah snaps out of his understandable hypnotic daze at the three once-idle bodies as he stumbles back onto the face of a mostly clean stretcher that seemed like a background prop at first.

The fall slips you straight out of Noah's already sweaty hands, and you land in the seat of a medical cart's top, giving you a well-framed shot of four blades all come striking down onto Noah like lightning bolts. There's a loud squeak of the stretcher (and from Noah himself) getting skewered in several places as he's pinned to it by the knives. Two for each the wrist-region of his sleeves and another couple for each the ankle-region of his pantlegs. If it weren't for his slightly baggy taste in clothing, Noah would be messily and painfully crucified to the stretcher right now, as they've stabbed him in the excess of his sweatclothes, not any actual flesh. Either way, he's not going anywhere any time soon. Now that the situation's been stilled, you can fill in the rest of the blanks in the Nurses's descriptions.

These women resemble unwashed mannequins in that their faces are completely blank and their skintones are as lifeless and pastel as their musty clothes. As if they weren't Uncanny Valley enough, now they're faceless albinos. Two of the Nurses crawl up onto the stretcher, the first mounting Noah's mouth to hush anything he has to say and the second mounting his lap after tearing a hole open in his trousers. That's the third pair of pants the Creepy Explorations series has ruined. They both begin grinding their crotches and raking their gelatinous buttcheeks across the boy's body, one of them forcing him into cunnilingus and the other likely filling her womb up with his cock. Frothing pussy juice pours down Noah's jaw and his eyes go as wide as they can as a tangy liquid drowns his mouth, a constricting, squishy hold chokes his cock, and a couple of fingers from the third and final Nurse pop into his ass, making him squirm even harder.

"MM MPH MMHHHPPH!" Noah screams underneath the veil of a supernatural pussy.

The other two Nurses molest one another as they rape Noah together. The one whose claimed Noah's cock hugs her counterpart from behind, smushing her own breasts up against her back so hard it looks like the poor oversized things are about to burst. She wraps her arms around her sister's torso and pries her top open, which sends a couple of buttons flying everywhere and lets two juicy tits of muted pigmentation flop out onto her stomach. She then takes a hold of both these knockers and begins twiddling the couple of silver, plump nipples jutting out like two diamond cutters. The Nurse reciprocates, lacing her fingers through the other's as each and every one of their tips dig into the two waterballoons dangling from her chest. You can tell just by the way he rasps his neck and clenches his eyes that Noah's unleashed one fuck of a cumshot into one of the Nurse's innards, but you're gonna have to wait to see it. The Nurse in the back makes sure to have her fun too by softly combing the fingers of her other hand up and down the tit-squeezer's asscrack as it hangs between Noah's trembling thighs, visibly making her shiver in a silent bliss.

All of a sudden, a terrible, bone-rattling scraping echoes throughout the bowels of The Otherworld. Like nails on a chalkboard. The Nurses all perk up at the racket, freezing up like statues and bringing the foursome to a grinding halt, before any of them even got to climax. The three blue-balled bimbos then completely abandon their orgy with Noah by skittering off into a wild retreat, one of them happening to let a whole cup of cum spill out her skirt in her rushed withdrawal. It's almost like they're...clearing to make room for their alpha, or running away in fear of the king of The Otherworld's food chain. Noah seems to realize that Silent Hill's Great White is slowly but surely approaching him from the shadows, that horrible metallic raking sound following its every breath. It gets louder and louder, closer and closer, yet neither of you can see it. Noah starts tugging against his restraints but he's still embedded into the gurney by the Nurse's four knives they left behind.

"Oh God...OH GOD! SOMEONE HELP ME! ANYBODY!" Noah instinctively begs nobody at the crest of his volume as creeks start going down his face and his tugging evolves into full out frantic thrashing that only succeeds in rocking his prison of a stretcher.

But just like space, no one can hear you scream in Silent Hill.