Literature
Silent Hill 3 - Chapter 7
Her mind was as fragments of broken glass, lost amongst the filth and corruption that surrounded her, smothering her, seeping into every fiber of her being! Writhing in darkness, she tried in vain to shed the taint from her flesh, her fingers caked with grime and crimson, clawing at her very soul. Enkindled, trembling, words played upon her pale lips, her throat collapsing on the syllables, twisting them, corrupting them. Her skull was pounding, vision clouding with static as the unrelenting agony crippled her senses. Rising from within the crucible of memory, visions of Hell danced before her eyes, creatures singing a terrible song, impartin
