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Entry 0036 1891

I see now that Cheryl Carter has no origin, she was adopted into the Carter family when she was still a baby. They found her in a wagon near the mountains and took her in. She is such an interesting child, she drew a picture of a creature she refered to as Metatron. It was more of a symbol than it was an actual creature.

I decided to take it for luck, seeing the picture made me feel safe for some reason that I cannot even begin to comprehend. Maybe the very symbol actually means something, but if so how would the little one have known such a thing? Does it even matter, perhaps it just made me feel safe because it has nothing to do with Elias. He has his hand in every little thing in this town and lately he has been seen looking at young Cheryl.

If he attempts to grab the girl for his sick rituals, I believe that it will cause chaos. As it is the men of the town are barely organized and I wouldn't doubt for a minute that Elias has some sort of back up. But who or what? Maybe the person who has been brutally murdering the towns folk. So many questions, most seem to be left unanswered.

Well I am going to make myself ready to confront Elias in a few hours, try to put reason in the man's head. If he doesn't respond to what I have to say than I am afraid that I will have to gather my unorganised team and attack tomorrow morning.

Undated letter

To anyone who reads this,

The town is gone, everyone in it has disappeared, Reynolds, Kauffman, and myself are all that is left in these woods. The village is still in tact of course, just devoid of all human contact. We have armed ourselves with rifles and revolvers, there is fear on the air.

This all started with myself going to confront Elias Gillespie, a mad man who claims to be some sort of savior to the world. He wasn't in his church that night, so I went to find him. A dull headache began in my forehead as I searched for him. As I searched in his old worn house, the headache began to increase. I had to stop and shake it off the best I could.

It was then that I heard a terrible scream somewhere outside. I went out to find out what was going on. I followed the screams to the Carter home and saw a horrifying thing. Blood, and flesh all over the house. Jethro was the only one left, screaming and pointing at something not there. He screamed over and over one word. I couldn't tell what that word was at first but slowly I started to understand.

"Samael!" He screamed from his hoarse voice.

He repeated it until he died from his wounds. I searched the house and found most of his family there. All of them except for one, Cheryl Carter was missing. I frantically searched for the young child hoping against all odds that she was hiding, knowing full well she wasn't hiding at all but in the clutches of that cursed man.

I was on my way out the door when something caught my eye, it was a medallion with the same design on it as the drawing the little one gave me. Metatron, she had called it. A guardian angel of some kind. In that instant a terrible thought went through my mind.

If Metatron was an angel of good, maybe Samael was an angel of evil. Were they in a constant struggle? A battle that has been going on since the dawn of man? Locked in a battle neither can win? It seemed suddenly that this was what the town was, some sort of battle ground for these entities we couldn't see on this plain of existence. I felt terror grip me, what if there could be a winner? What if it was Samael? What would happen to the rest of the world? I saw a terrible vision and in it was a young man in a weird time. One were the wagons and carriages of our time ran by themselves instead of on horses.

He stumbled through a very familiar town, bigger and more spread out, but the same town nonetheless. He hollared one thing out as he wandered through the streets that had been something other than cobble stones and brick.

"Cheryl!" the man had yelled through the fog of the cursed town.

Just like that the vision was gone, but I knew one thing. We would never win, not as humans fighting alone. Maybe with that medallion we had a fighting chance, but I wasn't too sure what the odds might be. I grabbed it and put it in my pocket for safe keeping. A name suddenly rose through my mind.

Harry Mason.

That was the man that was going through the thing I was about to go through and deep in my mind I wished him luck, in whatever time he was in. I walked from the house and went straight to my own. Which brings us to the present. The town is empty save for the three of us and I believe that we will fight this thing and now there might even be a chance that we'll come out on top. I will write more tomorrow if I can. If not I will say this, we tried and that is what seems to matter most. We tried and if we did fail the thing will not forget us easily, neither will it's slave, Elias Gillespie.

Rustin Ashfield

Undated

The deed is done, Elias Gillespie has been killed, not by our hands but by the very thing he tried to control. We found him in the old ruins of the prison, Reynolds was the first to go inside bravely confronting the man. Had I gone in first, it might have changed things a bit, but alas Reynolds did and just as the vile man conjured up his demons.

We managed to fend off most of his creatures, but sadly it was too late to reach him. In the end his Monster rose out of the ground and attacked us. Reynolds was the first to hit it, shotting it with his rifle. He also was hit by it head on, it ripped his head from his shoulders killing him instantly. I was so shaken by this that I didn't see it coming after me. Kauffman pushed me out of the way as it attacked.

He was sent flying into a cell unconcious leaving me to fight off the thing. I froze as it swooped down at me. As it bore down on me I held out the medallion and screamed for it to be gone. It froze and there was a brilliant light, a path into some kind of dark realm . I walked slowly to it as the Monster fell to the ground in a tremble. Elias Gillespie was also on his way to the realm and that was when the Monster reached up and grabbed him tearing him apart and taking his remains with it.

In the end he got what he deserved. As for me? I went into the realm and here I sit now, pen and paper in hand. I'm in my house, but it is different somehow. Aged and defiled. Cheryl is here as well, and some of the other towns people are here. I don't know if we'll ever make it back to the realm of light, the one we are all familiar with. Maybe one day a door will open and we can all go back to the real world. Then again maybe we will be stuck here forever. If anyone finds this I hope they learn from it. I hope they never suffer as we are suffering in this disgusting perverted version of the world.

Ashfield

Undated

I have managed to escape unharmed and have made it out of the town. My master is gone however and the remains of Reynolds are still in the prison, I did not have the guts to take him out. It was odd, for some reason I don't think that Mr. Ashfield is dead, just gone. Who knows, maybe he will turn up somewhere. As for me, I am going to go to New York and find a woman to marry. Start a family of my own.

In any case I am glad to be rid of that place. Soon I will be far away and the only thing left will be the memories. Nightmares will of course be part of the healing process. One other thing though. As I was leaving I found that medallion that Mr. Ashfield insisted on taking with him. I threw it into the forest glad to get rid of it. As I did I felt as if someone were calling me. I turned around and saw the little girl standing there in ghostly form. I ignored her and went about my way. Some day I may return but more likely I'll stay far away for good.

I will leave this letter on my desk in case someone decides to rummage around one day and happens on it. I feel that it would also be a good idea to search my masters belongings for his journal. He documented as much of this as he could.

Kauffman

1901, 9/12

Jasper,

My wife and I have stumbled upon a baby out in the forrest only a mile or so from a deserted town. She has really taken to the child and has insisted on keeping her. I think she wants to name her, for some reason she keeps calling her Heather.

The town is terribly empty and has a bit of a haunting nature to it, Jasper. I told you once that I don't believe in ghosts but this seems to be a genuine haunted area. There was a sign by the road, it said Welcome to Silent Hill. I think you should come see the place...

(sorry the ending is so sloppy and short, I ran out of ideas on this one.)