Letters from Silent Hill
Oct. 10th, 2003 02:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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yaqui feel better about where he works.
First of all, I cannot stress enough just how much a person should NOT play any game in the Silent Hill series before they come to work alone in a huge, empty, dark building at night. Second of all, my luck with working at places associated with death and mayhem seems to continue to grow.
You've all heard my story of the haunted steel mill, right? Well, I've found out some interesting things about my current workplace tonight. Now I know this isn't necessarily the safest neighborhood of town, but it's far from the most perilous. However, it appears to also be a bermuda triangle where bizarre events can happen and then just disappear. Take for instance today where a deranged gunman threatened a crowded bus at the bus stop across the street from us. There were police cars and helicopters, ambulances and news trucks galore. Yet not one peep of this massive occurance has appeared on local airwaves thus far. Or how about the time long ago when one of the ladies who works here, (office just down the hall from me, in fact,) went out on the building's patio to smoke only to be greeted by the site of a DEAD BODY hanging from a tree just a few feet off our property. An apparent suicide, but nobody here was ever able to get more information despite it literally happening just yards away.
Perhaps most interesting of all was the time when an abandonded baby was found in the dumpster behind our building. The child was taken to the hospital a block away to be cared for. When the involved parties returned to the hospital the very next day to check on the little tyke, there was no record of it and no one working there knew anything about the child. It was as though it had never existed.
All this is in addition to what I learned a few months ago about the ghost who allegedly haunts the creek which runs behind the other building I work at, (itself a popular corpse-dumping site - the creek, not the building.) A ghost who I may or may not have had an unconscious encounter with.
Lucky for me we live in a Rational Age of Science where everything can be explained, neh? Otherwise, I might actually begin to get worried.
yaqui feel better about where he works.First of all, I cannot stress enough just how much a person should NOT play any game in the Silent Hill series before they come to work alone in a huge, empty, dark building at night. Second of all, my luck with working at places associated with death and mayhem seems to continue to grow.
You've all heard my story of the haunted steel mill, right? Well, I've found out some interesting things about my current workplace tonight. Now I know this isn't necessarily the safest neighborhood of town, but it's far from the most perilous. However, it appears to also be a bermuda triangle where bizarre events can happen and then just disappear. Take for instance today where a deranged gunman threatened a crowded bus at the bus stop across the street from us. There were police cars and helicopters, ambulances and news trucks galore. Yet not one peep of this massive occurance has appeared on local airwaves thus far. Or how about the time long ago when one of the ladies who works here, (office just down the hall from me, in fact,) went out on the building's patio to smoke only to be greeted by the site of a DEAD BODY hanging from a tree just a few feet off our property. An apparent suicide, but nobody here was ever able to get more information despite it literally happening just yards away.
Perhaps most interesting of all was the time when an abandonded baby was found in the dumpster behind our building. The child was taken to the hospital a block away to be cared for. When the involved parties returned to the hospital the very next day to check on the little tyke, there was no record of it and no one working there knew anything about the child. It was as though it had never existed.
All this is in addition to what I learned a few months ago about the ghost who allegedly haunts the creek which runs behind the other building I work at, (itself a popular corpse-dumping site - the creek, not the building.) A ghost who I may or may not have had an unconscious encounter with.
Lucky for me we live in a Rational Age of Science where everything can be explained, neh? Otherwise, I might actually begin to get worried.
