Hi guys! It’s time for another Descent into the Otherworld where I take a closer look at the Silent Hill fandom to highlight what makes makes others a fan and what the series mean to them. Sorry for such the long wait, things have been a little hectic for me but I have a bunch of cool fan stories and interviews to share so look for them over the next few weeks!
Meet Stephen Miller an aspiring novelist who was inspired by Silent Hill to put pen to paper! Here’s his story:
I consider myself an up and coming Horror Writer. I’ve written a few short stories and an award winning play once, but the work I’m most proud of is my horror novelette “Sclera: The Looking Glass”. My first real inspiration for horror, as odd as it may sound, came from the Silent Hill movie, back when I was 15. I was always wary of terror, resistant and timid. I avoided blood and questioned why anyone would enjoy fear to begin with. It baffled me… and then it intrigued me. Sooner or later I decided to stop being a punk and face my fears. I watched a few crappy horror movies as sort of an ego trip. One day that led me into the theater of Silent Hill. As my first real glimpse of the Silent Hill atmosphere, and dare I say, beauty, I was blown away.
That triggered my descent into the art of horror. Since then I’ve played the majority of the Silent Hill games and fell even more in love. It came to the point that my mind was so filled with stories and images that I just had to write them down to lay them to rest. Sclera: The Looking Glass is not a fan fiction. It is an original work of fiction that I put my heart into and pulls inspiration from Silent Hill. I have no idea if I’ll decide to sell it or not, but after letting my friends, co workers, and even complete strangers read a copy, their praise of my hard work is enough. Fans of Silent Hill and even those who have never heard of it keep speaking of the atmosphere, vivid descriptions, passion, and mind-trips of this enveloping story. I even created a playlist of Akira Yamaoka’s best tracks and played it while writing the entire story. Whether or not I decide to sell it, I’d love to offer it to the loving fans of Silent Hill, new and old.
Silent Hill Historical Society: So tell me a bit about your novelette, what’s it about and have you considered publishing it on the web? Can you give the Silent Hill fans a little sneak peak?
Slight Spoiler Alert! That secret, that “mirror” is his daughter. Sclera. Confused about the mirror part? Here’s a hint… google the definition of the word “sclera”. She’s very different than other girls. Her unusual birth and nightmarish abilities causes Taylor himself to fear her, but he must raise her. There are themes of duality, rebirth, reflection, fatherhood, compassion and hatred, heaven and hell all mixed into one killer mind- trip.
I’m currently trying to find the right outlet to release the story. Could release it on the web, be patient and group it together with other stories as an anthology, or submit it as a graphic novel. I’m currently weighing the options, but I’ll keep in touch with you Silent Hill fans on any updates!
Here’s a whole chapter, straight from Sclera: The Looking Glass. Feel free to release it with your interview! At this point in the story, Taylor and his daughter Sclera were leaving town, on the run again after another man was killed. A surprise hail storm rattled the car as his daughter slept. What Taylor saw in a passing car confused and distracted him, and blood smeared on the windshield. After crashing, Taylor woke in complete darkness on a city street. Sclera was gone. After briefly running into a girl named Helen, he follows her into a nearby Hospital, hoping to find his missing daughter…
The hospital was completely dark as I wandered in. I helplessly began feeling for a wall or a light switch. Soon later I realized a light switch most likely wouldn’t be anywhere in the main lobby. Maybe it’s somewhere by the Reception Desk? But where was it? It was so dark, so quiet, so empty. Was Sclera scared and alone as well? Was she lost and lonely without me to take care of her? Loud sounds. Something was moving, dragging against the floor. Something heavy dropped to the floor, the percussion echoed through the dark empty halls. “Sclera!” I called out. “I’m here! Sclera where are you?”
I ran through the pitch black lobby, knocking into tables, kicking over chairs, screaming for my daughter, only to be responded by the sounds of my own frantic desperation. It wasn’t long before I slipped on something wet on the floor. Maybe a puddle? Mid-fall all I could see was a flash of light. I landed on my side with a loud bang and lay slightly confused. Then the lights flickered on for a quick second again, enough time to see a pair of shoes run past my face. “Who’s there?” I questioned.
I climbed to my feet. Another flash. I wandered forward, calling out into the darkness. Flash. My fingers twitched, searching through the emptiness, until I touched something. Flash. A single closed eye lid, near inches from my face, was all I could make out, and then black. Was it Sclera? I reached out, but my hand was guided away. I was pushed ferociously backwards, into a table or chair or something. Panicking, I waved my arms all around, stumbling and slipping in my soaked shoes. Subtle bumps and whispers echoed in the void around me. Ominous voices, whispering. Whispering faintly, as if they were speaking right into my ear, Taylor… Taylor. Flash, a quick one, a figure stood on the opposite side of the room, facing away from me. As the darkness enveloped me again, I felt a hand grip my ankle with malevolence. Flash, I darted my gaze downwards, there was no one there. Nothing was adding up! In frustration, I pulled out my pistol and aimed in every direction I could. I grew desperate as glimpses of movement in the distant nothingness taunted my sanity.
“Come out already! If you don’t show yourself right now I’m shooting everything!”
Just then the lights flashed on, and stayed on. The end of my gun rested right above the bloody ear of the girl from before, Helen, but something wasn’t right.
“You!” we both yelled in unison. “Who did you expect?” we yelled at the same time again. I lowered the gun, and she turned to face me. She gazed at me confused; I could only imagine I was showing her a similar face. That’s when I noticed it wasn’t just her ear, or her face that was bloody. She was literally drenched in blood. “You’re covered in blood…” I stated puzzlingly.
Her face, once again, mirrored the expression I must have had myself. She raised a finger and pointed toward me. “You… you’re dripping blood, too. And… so am I! What the fuck man, we’re covered in blood!”
“Wait, but you were in an accident, right? Maybe..“ I tried to explain, but the words made less and less sense as the came out. Even if her blood came from injuries, the rain would have washed it away. What could have happened? Then Helen turned to me with a blood stained face, but her expression shined with a grim epiphany.
“The rain… it was warm right? Warmer than normal rain. What if it wasn’t normal rain?”
I looked all around, foot prints tracking from the front door, handprints and streaks across the scattered furniture. I stormed to the front door and shoved it open. The light from behind me shined into the city streets. Without a doubt, the rain was red. Pouring down, collecting into puddles, running into sewers. No wait, the sewers, they began to overflow with gushing blood! Helen gazed at me, lost and desperate. She really had no clue as to what was going on. I barely did either. This had to be Sclera’s doing, it had to. But why? That’s the true question.
“As soon as you saw this hospital, you ran straight to it. Why is that?” I asked.
“I have to find my… someone. I have to find someone. If I was being taken from the crash to this hospital, then she must be here too. At least I thought. I think this place is abandoned.”
“Who are you looking for?”
“Long story. Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”
“Tell me who it is.”
“Look, I barely know you! And plus you just scared the shit outta me. Screaming all random and knocking shit over, you were acting like a tweaker. Screaming Sclera, Sclera over and over… I’m Helen by the way.”
“Yea well, I didn’t know who you were in the dark. It’s just… I’m looking for someone too. I need to find her before something goes wrong.”
“So raining blood is your definition of right? Uh-huh, well ok, I don’t think any ones here so I’m gonna…”
“No, there’s a storm coming. The power could have gone down. Maybe the nurses and doctors just had to take care of patients in other parts of the building. I don’t know what’s going on with the rain, but I think you should keep looking for whoever it is you came here for.”
“And what makes you think I should listen to you??”
“Feel free to wander around in the storm that’s raining blood. I’m staying. I know I saw someone else here, I heard them. I don’t know about you, Annie, but I’m finishing what I started.”
Squeak…. squeak… squeak….
This soft, faint noise came from behind. When I turned, I saw a lone wheelchair, slowly rolling across the room. A sinister squeak pierced the silence with every inch. Helen and I stood speechless. The wheels were bent and misshapen, the seat torn and tattered. The steel was even showing early signs of rust and decay. After what seemed like an eternity, the chair rolled straight into a pitch black corridor on the far wall. Was that door open before? Was it even there before at all? Slowly the squeaking faded into the far reaching dark… squeak… squeak… squeak.
“Did… that just happen?” Helen asked dreadfully.
“Shh… you see that?”
“That door… there’s someone there.”
I saw … something… emerging, raising from the ominous corridor. Extremely pale, veiny, and long. It was a… leg? Someone’s leg emerged eerily and outstretched itself from around the corner, convulsing as if it was struggling to rise, suffering. Its grotesque foot pointed outward, its toes flexing and coiling uncontrollably. And then, with what looked like great difficulty, the leg bent and wrapped itself around the corner of the doorway, rubbing itself up and down the wall. And now an arm, just as pale and miserably disgusting as the leg, felt around the corner with unearthly spread fingers, and began to stroke the wall. The sound was unbearable, the “skin” sounded sticky, squishing and squashing against the wall. Translucent ooze emanated from the creature, stretching several strands from the leg to the wall. Squishing… and squashing… Up… and down… Whatever it was, the thought of how the rest of its body looked on the other side of that doorway sickened my gut to the core. Overlapping the sound from the rubbing, stretching ooze was a subtle yet prominent whisper…
The pale diseased flesh-like hand then gripped the wall, making a fist, effortlessly tearing 5 deep scratches. And then it moaned… “Taylor!”
SHHS: You said you’ve played a majority of the Silent Hill games, which ones haven’t you played and do you think you ever will?
SHHS: Since you can’t play the original, which I think is a big shame since it’s my favorite, have you watched any Let’s Plays or read about the plot online? Same for the Room and Origins!
As far as Origins and The Room go, they’re next on my list. I’m almost certain that if Konami green lights another HD collection, those are the games they’ll most likely release. I’ll still probably buy individual copies of them all just to hang up somewhere and pass down to my kids “when they’re ready”.
SHHS: Speaking of playing video games are you an avid video game player? If so, what sort of games do you like? Do you have a favorite console?
SHHS: Since the movie was the catalyst is getting you into the series would you consider yourself a big fan of the movie even after experiencing the games? Are you looking forward to Revelation that should be out sometime next year?
I’m pretty certain the sequel, Silent Hill Revelation will right the wrongs of its predecessor. After the movie was announced, I made a point to watch every movie Micheal J Bassett has come out with and I’m 100% certain this is the guy for the job. If any of you have Netflix do yourself a favor and watch Deathwatch and Wilderness. If you don’t have Netflix, use the free trail! Deathwatch is cerebral. Wilderness is brutal. Wilderness may not have been as good as Deathwatch, but Micheal didn’t write the script for that, and it shows. Solomon Kane, if any of you guys can get your hands on it, was a surprise as well. Even though it’s an adventure movie, you can tell the director is a horror fanatic at heart. Trust me, putting this guy to helm such a group of superb actors, committed crew, and the added bonus of Akira possibly coming back to compose a brand spanking new score? What’s there to hate?
SHHS: What do you think about the future of the series? We have Downpour near release and another game, Book of Memories, on the horizon.
When I see Downpour, I see an enveloping story with plenty of mysteries, symbolic monsters who are more than meets the eye, a living breathing environment that is out to get you as sinisterly as the hell bent creatures, disturbing atmosphere, eerie music, and beautiful graphics to tie it all together. SH= Alive is screaming. And for the record, I enjoyed your commentary on the 40 min. demo! You shouldn’t have to apologize every time you bring it up for having a good time playing a good game.
Book of Memories may be a little different gameplay wise, but I’m cautiously optimistic about the storyline. Seriously guys, the gameplay and graphics can be crappy as hell, but it’s the story the game tells and what you take from its narrative that matters most.
SHHS: How you active are you in the Silent Hill fandom? Do you draw pictures, write fanfic, post on forums or have a website? If so, do you have any work you would like to share and what forums do you frequent?
SHHS: What’s your thoughts on the upcoming HD collection?
SHHS:In your mind what makes someone a true Silent Hill fan?
I want to give Stephen Miller a big thank you for sharing his story! I hope he gets his novel published soon!
So Silent Hill fans, what’s your story? How has the series influenced or inspired you? I would sure love to hear from you. If you have a story to share please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org