Summary: This is my first Silent Hill story and is based on a made up character. Alex Castdin wants to find out why his sister Beverly died, so he goes to Silent Hill and has to survive the terrors of his mind. Rated T for teen.

Silent Hill may be hell, but I don’t think it is. Some people think I’m crazy, but they don’t know what its like. I enjoy the challenges Silent Hill throws at me, is it because I am crazy? I don’t know, but I do remember my adventures there…

It was silent in that town, and the fog was clear. The monsters weren’t awake yet, I wanted to explore without a battle. The clouds are in the sky, it’s beautiful. I watch ash fall down on me, it feels good. I’m walking now; on my way to the cemetery. I’m going to visit my dead sister; I’m in Silent Hill to find out how she died. Her name is Beverly, she was happy no matter what happened. She did have a dark mind though. I never understood her, unfortunately. I’m at the cemetery, and all the graves are dug up. The cemetery is always like that. I’ve only seen the cemetery once when it had a full set of graves.

There’s someone at my sister’s grave that looks like a woman. She has white hair down to her shoulders; her height is 5’.7” feet. She’s wearing a black dress that goes down to her ankles. She has a peach skin tone, she’s crossing her arms across her chest’ she notices me and turns around. Her face is pale, she smiles at me. I walk towards her, not caring about the fog in my way. She started to walk towards me. I stop in front of her.

“Is this your sister’s grave?” the woman asks. I look at her with suspicion. She arches her eyebrow and smiles, showing a full set of teeth. They were amazingly white. “My name… is Kalen. What’s yours?”

She’s studying me and checking me over; still smiling from her success of finding me. It’s making me really uneasy.

“My name is Alex Castdin,” I reply. Here’s a quick description of what I look like, I have short brown hair and brown eyes. I’m 5’11” and usually wear camouflage clothes, I also carry a pocket knife around with me for defense… no, I’m not crazy… well, not that I think of. I’m 29 years old.

Kalen isn’t of my interest if she’s thinking what I’m thinking she’s thinking, I already have a wife, but she’s dead. Beverly was nineteen years younger than me that means she’s eleven… if I remember. I have a bad memory. My wife did not like to wear black clothes or anything like that, she usually wore beige clothes.

“Why are you here at the cemetery?” Kalen asks me.

“I’m trying to find out why my sister died, that’s her grave,” I say gesturing to the grave that Kalen was standing next to. She smiles.

“Do you want me to do anything for you, maybe help you on your adventure?” she asks. I start to think about it, it would be better if someone was by my side.

“Yes, please,” I answer.

Time we got out of the cemetery.

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A/N: That was the first chapter of my first Silent Hill story, reviews are VERY welcomed, and so are flamers. I’m going to update the chapter if I get about two or three reviews. Thanks for reading!