Silent Hill

NOTE: I am not the author of this story. It was originally written by Emocry115 on Creepypasta Wiki, but I decided to copy it here because it was flagged for deletion.

Drowning...drowning in the darkness of fear... the fear of the dread images of my son race through my mind as he lies silent there before me...those tears, they meant nothing...

The silence, oh that dreadful silence surrounds me, engulfing me in his pain as I stand alone, silent, in front of my dead son... who once cried tears of fear.

Until I took his life but why... fear? The fear of what? What could have made me do this? What's this coming from my eyes? Tears?... At least I'm feeling something.

I can't believe what I did, it wasn't me, it couldn't, oh Joshua my dear Joshua... I'm sorry...sorry for my sin.

I know, I know what I must do... I'll take him to that hill, that once peaceful place, it shall be the place where my son will lay silent forever.

I must act fast, and make it as it never happened as I shoveled the last few pounds of wet soil atop of my son's body. I heard my name, my wife my darling angel she'll be wondering where Joshua is.

What will I tell her, that I murdered our son? Did I murder him...? Or is this just some sick twisted dream... dream I say as if that's really what this is...but this is no dream, it's a nightmare, a horrible nightmare.

"Benjamin" Elizabeth called, she's getting closer whatever I plan to say or do I must do it fast.

I can't, I cannot let her know that I killed our son, she's my wife, my love, my treasure.

She's behind me I can feel her, those beautiful hazel eyes staring at me confused and scared...I can't stand to see those beautiful eyes red with tears.

I know what I'll say, I'll say the dog died and I'm simply burying it.

Eliz...Her screams echo across the silence of the world filling it with sadness. At first I was puzzled, there was no way she'd be able to find out. All that has change when I saw the wet soil running off my son's face still frozen in fear.

I turned to my wife, I.... I laughed because I didn't know what else to do. Gripping the shovel tighter I swing and I felt the pure pleasure of a defiant hit, I did it again and again enjoying each and every moment.

It gave me pleasure, a deep pleasure that I have never felt before. I continued until the sound of cracking bones and splattered blood fill my ears... I was done...

I awoke hours later... rain fell I could tell you that the blood from last night was still warm oozing down my pale face a grin spread across it.

Again... those tears, I fell to my knees wailing like the child I am. I knew what I've done, no not I, whatever that was it was not me I know that for a fact. I would never kill my family...

But I did... I got up, and walked to the window. Hoping that my burst of insanity was just a vivid nightmare. But no, it was real... all of it my son, my wife gone and murdered, I did this, I murdered them and I enjoyed it. I laughed and smiled oh how I wish I could feel that pleasure again. It calms me, it makes me feel like a new man.

I look to that old Weeping Willow standing silent and ancient. I'll name that hill on the only thing, my dear family lay forever silent, Silent Hill.

Credited to Emocry115