It's Never Too Late To Ruin A Childhood.
Jul. 20th, 2007 09:17 amWelcome to Silent Hill, the sign said, but it didn't feel like a welcome at all. This place was just as colourless as the one she had left behind, but it felt unmistakeably different; it was cold and empty and somehow threatening, and she could hear heavy breathing coming from somewhere, though there was nobody in the street but the girl and her dog.
"Toto," she said quietly, holding him close, "I don't think we're in Kansas any more."
"Toto," she said quietly, holding him close, "I don't think we're in Kansas any more."