I don't know much anymore...i don't know how long i've been here.I know i've been dragged in this basement room somewhere in the depths of a prison. What's left of my sanity is in this diary i brought with me when i left Ashfield Heights to come to my birth town,Silent Hill.

"He's not here now..and i long for his touch. His cold body pressing against mine in this hell. That man,that monster who's face i cannot see. The Red Devil."

I remember why i came here.I know why i'm here. My name was Ruby Garland and i came to find my sister. Is been so long since i had any news from her and i was worried sick. My car broke down in the middle of nowhere and a man offered a ride. He told me his name was James and then he told me he was looking for his wife..a dead wife. I should have known better...ask him to stop the car..never come here..but Lisa...

"He's not here now...and i'm waiting for him.I long for him to throw me to the broken down bed in the center of this room. I need to feel him.I need the familiar smell of blood and rust. He hurts me in so many ways..and each one...i need him."

I called home from St. Jerome's where i worked.I tried to reach Lisa.I called at Alchemilla Hospital and was told she's been assigned a great position at Brookhaven. I tried to reach her..i i asked permission from the Chief to leave for two days and return to my home town. Family issues i said. That crazy man..that James left me outside my home.I told him to take care of himself and seek psychiatric help. It was obvious he was still in denial about his wife's death. I wished him the best of luck and he left.

"He's not here now...and my body aches for him.I'm burning from the inside."

I spent the night at my parent's house but i had no sleep. But where were they? Mom? Dad? ...Lisa? I went to Alchemilla early in the morning. The place was empty..the whole town was empty. Just what has happened in my home town?At nurses station i found her diary. What was written in it was really disturbing. But why she would left her journal..? I walked to Brookhaven . It was a long distance and the more i walked the more i realized that something was seriously wrong with the town i grew up and cried for when i left for Ashfield Heights because i took that very nice position at St. Jerome's. The thin film of fog from Toluca Lake that was always covering the town was now so thick. The air felt still.

"He's not here now..and all i can think of is him inside me. Growls of pleasure,his heavy breath as i tremble beneath his weight and beg for more."

I entered Brookhaven hoping to find someone from the staff to tell me what has happened. Dead silence,no one there and i felt desperate.I went from ward to ward,entered offices,exams rooms..i went in every floor. And i found nothing.A place deteriorating.I was aimlessly wondering on the 3rd floor patient wing when the silence broke.

"He's not here now...and i remember the first time i saw him. The fear,oh his touch. His hands grabbing my waist throwing me at the cold surface of the roof top. Long fingers tearing my blouse and touching,squeezing,bruising,hurting my fair flesh."

The sound of scrapping metal coming from the roof top.I run to the staircase exit door and up the stairs. Barely breathing i made it to the roof and there was James,the crazy man,falling from an edge to i don't know where. A man,a very tall man..if i could call him that,with a dark red helmet..what else could i call it,shaped like pyramid was standing there watching his fall. I gasped for air shocked at the sight and froze in place staring at a face i could not see under the helmet as he turned to look at me. Can he actually see?but it seemed whatever sense of sight he had was fixed on me.

"He's not here now...and i long for his touch. The way he takes me,abuses me..the way his dark,wet,snake like tongue licks every inch of my body and penetrates my womanhood."

I tried to move,i wanted to turn and run down the stairs as fast as i could and yet i was still frozen in place looking at the towering figure. His threatening presence reached me with two big steps. He was carrying what looked like a very large knife,not a sword. He grabbed my hair firmly and now was standing right in front of me. The edge of his helmet piercing the tender flesh between my breasts.I couldn't move,i couldn't breath.I could literally taste his smell. Blood and rust and skin. He seemed to enjoy my scent,growling softly in my ear when suddenly he grabbed me from the waist and threw me at the hard,cold surface.I landed on my back and hit my head too and the pain was..oh the pain..my head...and i thought i was out for a bit.

"He's not here now...and i long to kiss and caress every scar he carries on his pale firm body."

The man,the monster..my lover knelled and threw his knife right next to me.I saw blood and pieces of flesh. But who's flesh was that? i felt sick.I wanted to throw up and my vision blurred. He ripped apart my trousers and my soft cotton panties.I cried but was unable to resist. My head..my head.I begun to recognize concussion symptoms and i wished..but i never finished that thought. His harsh large hands spread my legs wide open and the next thing i knew..i felt..i felt was him forcing himself inside me. So there he took me..and it was painful..he was too big..too big..and he kept pushing..deeper and he was so hard,he was so violent,and faster and faster...and me? i was unable to resist him.

"He's not here now...but i remember my explosive orgasms and when i thought i couldn't take anymore he kept thrusting more and i was hanging between Heaven and Hell.I remember when he came. Growling with pleasure,biting,leaving marks on my breasts,on my neck.I remember when he slipped his hot tongue on my soft tummy and then disappeared between my legs. His dark red helmet,stained with blood, scratching violently the soft flesh of my stomach. His tongue inside me. I remember crying for more. And i was exhausted..but i begged for more."

He brought me here after and threw me on the bed. A loud siren went off and he grabbed his knife and left the room. I don't know much anymore..i don't know how long i've been here. I don't care anymore.I don't mind. I feel like dying when he leaves and so alive when he enters this room. My whole body hurts and i don't care. He provides water to wash myself and brings me fruits and raw vegetables. I drink and eat and wash myself.

"He's getting closer now...i can hear his knife scrapping on the walls of this labyrinth. My heart beats faster with each step he takes. I'm clean and wet,i'm ready for him."

"He's here now. I'm his to do as he wants."