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Mary's letter:
Where: Already in the inventory.
In my restless dreams, I see that town.
Silent Hill.
You promised you'd take me there again someday. But you neved did.
Well I'm alone there now...
In our "special place"... Waiting for you...

Blood Message:
Where: Neely's Bar.
There was a HOLE here.
It's gone now.

Blood Swamp:
Where: Lindsey St.
Remains of _________ Swamp.
The _____ers of land surroun___
__is monument was originally
swamp, but was later fil___
Fr_____ng ago, t_______s
nicknamed Blood Swamp because
the ______ers poured the wat__
_sed to wash the ex______ols
in here.
Perhaps it's fo________hat
many pe________m to have s__
_____n the area.

Newspaper About suicide:
Where: In the garbage, near the Wood Side Apartments door
The police announced today that Walter Sullivan, who was arrested on the 18th of this month for the brutal murder of Billy Locane and her sister Miriam, committed suicide in his jail cell early on the morning of the 22nd.
According to the police statement, Sullivan used a soup spoon to stab himself in the neck, severing his carotid artery.
By the time the guard discovered him, Sullivan was dead from blood loss, the spoon buried two inches in his neck.
An old schoolmate of Walter Sullivan's from his hometown of Pleasant River said "He didn't look like the type of guy who would kill kids."
But I do remember that just before they arrested him he was blurting out all sorts of strange stuff like "He's trying to kill me. He's trying to punish me. The monster... the red devil. Forgive me. I did it, but it wasn't me!"
The schoolmate then added "I guess now I think of it, he was kinda crazy."

Chosen the death:
Where:Room 205, WoodSide Apartments.

When the life is only
pain, some people
choices finish it.
Once time I chosen
that way too.
In that moment I though
there's no more alternatives.

When I took the decision,
it converts in the last
connection with this world.
Sometimes I was cry,
thinking in the past, but
all I'm all doing was planning
once and again how
kill myself.

I made stupid and dangerous things.
I though all doesn't matters.
I stop talking with the people
it don't cares me,
i leave my friendships.

How to be a happy marriage:
Do you really love her?
In illness and health less?
If you love her really, then
you should act. All depends from you.

No matters what, don't be weak.
Try once more time.
If you have hard moments,
never go with another woman.

You must be agree
in protect her with
your own life.
At the end, the real love
is a summon.

Don't betray your self.
With a bit of luck all will work.

The Route for tomorrow:
The first step to a healthy life is avoid the illness.
This can sounds obvious, but is very important.
Is preferable avoid sick
than try care the ill.

Besides you must keep an positive attitude
from the life. The things of the past
can't matters now.

You should go out and enjoy the air sometimes,
in place of keeping in home reading hard books.

Dear Tim:
Where: Blue Creek Apartment. In front of room 209's door (2° floor).
I have to run an errand so I'm going out. I left the house key with Uncle David (You know where he lives, don't you? The key is in the room near the first floor staircase.). I'll be back as soon as I can, so please watch the place while I'm gone.

Welcome:
Where: Room 104,Wood Side Apartment.
Welcome to Silent Hill!
Silent Hill, a quiet little lakeside resort town. We're happy to have you. Take some time out of your busy schedules and enjoy a nice restful vacation here.
Row after row of quaint old houses, a gorgeous mountain landscape, and a lake which shows different sides of its beauty with the passing of the day, from sunrise to late afternoons to sunset.
Silent Hill will move you and fill you with a feeling of deep peace. I hope your time here will be pleasant and your memories will last forever.
Editor: Roger Widmark

The Book Of Lost Memories:
Where: "Texxon Gas" in Nathan Avenue. First, you have to complete the game once.
The name comes from the legend of the people whose land was stolen from them.
They called this place "The Place of the Silent Spirits." By "Spirits," they meant not only their dead relatives, but also the spirits that they believed inhabited the trees, rocks and water around them.
According to legend, this was where the holiest ceremonies took place.
But it was not the ancestors of those who now live in this town that first stole the land from these people. There were others who came before.
In those days, this town went by another name. But that name is now hopelessly lost in the veils of time.
All we know is that there was another name, and that for some reason the town was once abandoned by its residents.

Park Monument:
Where: Rosewater Park.
In memory of the sixty seven
who died of illness and now
sleep beneath the lake.

Patient Report:
Where: Brookhaven Hospital's Reception Office.
[Jack Davis]:
He has attempted suicide three times in the past for reasons unknown. Although he is normally a model patient who follows doctor's and nurse's orders, he must be watched closely due to his past pattern of sudden and violent suicide attempts.
[Joseph Barkin]:
His illness seems to be rooted in the fact that he believes he is guilty of causing her daughter's death. His symptoms suggest a psychotic break and paranoid delusions. Normally calm, but has a tendency towards violence when excited.
[Joshua Lewis:]
History of hospitalization as well as numerous assault, battery and other violent offences. He has a strong persecution complex and a tendency to solve things through violence. Extreme caution if necessary.

Desease:
Where: "Document Room" near the Reception in the Brookhaven Hospital.
The potential for this illness exists in all people and, under the right circumstances, any man or woman would be driven, like him, to "the other side".
The "other side" perhaps may not be the best way to phrase it.
After all, there is no wall between here and there. It lies on the borders where reality and unreality intersect. It is a place both close and distant.
Some say it isn't even an illness. I cannot agree with them. I'm a doctor, not a philosopher or even a psychiatrist.
But sometimes I have to ask myself this question. It's true that to us him imagining are nothing but the inventions of a busy mind. But to him, there simply is no other reality.
Furthermore he is happy there.
So why, I ask myself, why in the name of healing him must we drag him painfully into the world of our own reality?
I got the key from Joseph. It's probably the key to that box.

Note on carbon paper:
Where: "Examination Room 3", second floor, Brookhaven Hospital.
I know it I know the number of the box 5 9 9 5
it can help him anymore the button key
doesn't scare me so nobody can stop who I am
I don't know who I am who I am is who I am is

Diary:
Where: On the roof, after you get the key for room.
May 9
Rain. Stared out the window all day. Peaceful here - nothing to do. Still not allowed to go outside.

May 10
Still raining. Talked with the doctor a little. Would they have saved me if I didn't have a family to feed? I know I'm pathetic, weak. Not everyone can be strong.

May 11
Rain again. The meds made me feel sick today. If I'm only better when I'm drugged, then who am I anyway?

May 12
Rain as usual. I don't want to cause any more trouble for anyone, but I'm a bother either way. Can it really be a such a sin to run instead of fight? Some people may say so, but they don't have to live in my shoes. It may be selfish, but it's what I want. It's too hard like this. It's just too hard...

May 13
It's clear outside. The doctors told me I've been released - that I've got to go home. I ____

"TernTern Tern ":
Where: Brookhaven Hospital. "Special Treatment Room"
Tern tern tern the numbers
better not forget them
So I'll write them right here
The other one, my secret name

Bloody Note:
Where: Brookhaven Hospital.
Louise
I'll take care of you forever.
It's my destiny!

"Basement's basement":
Where: Otherworld Brookhaven Hospital.
I was locked up inside the basement's basement.
It was so small and dark and I was so afraid.
I dropped my precious ring.
But I will never, ever go back there.

"She's an angel":
Where: Otherworld Brookhaven Hospital. Room S11 (3°floor).
She is an angel no one knows
only I can see the Lady of the Door
they cannot walk along her Bridge of Thread
they fall from the weight of their crimes.
Like bloated and ugly corpses their sins
she devours them sin and sinner alike she saves me
she is an angel.

"Confession":
Where: Brookhaven Hospital.
I took the direkter's key - the one to the mooseum.
I hid it behind the preying woman
when I went out for the day trip.
I picked it up but I did not steal it.
I'm not a krimminal.

"The Way":
Where: Brookhaven Hospital, Director's Room.
He who is not bold enough to be stared at from across the abyss
is not bold enough to stare into it himself.
The truth can only be learned by marching forward.
Follow the map. There's a letter and a wrench.

Blood Message 2:
Where: Neely's Bar.
If you really want to see Mary, you should just die. But you might be heading to a different place than Mary, James.

Message 3:
Where: Silent Hill, Katz St.
The door that wakes in nightmares,
opening into nightmares.

Letter:
Where: Silent Hill, Lindsey St.
Or perhaps you are a fool. The truth usually betrays people. A part of that abyss is in the old society. The key to the society is in the park. At the foot of the praying woman, inside of the ground, inside of a box. To open it, I need a wrench. My patient buried it there. I knew, but did nothing. It made me uneasy to have such a thing near. I wasn't looking for the truth, I was looking for tranquillity. I also saw that thing. I fled, but the museum was sealed as well. Now no one dares to approach that place. If you still do not wish to stop, James, I pray to the Lord to have mercy on your eternal soul.

Brookhaven Hospital:
Brookhaven Hospital (1880)
The hospital was built in response to a great plague
that followed a wave of immigration to this area.
It was originally little more than a shack, but it gradually grew and grew.

Prisoner's Note
Where: Historical Society
September 11, 1820.
Prisoner number C-221

Banquet
Where: Historical Society
Crimson and White Banquet for the Gods

Execution
Where: Historical Society
An execution at the prison.
Death by Skewering or Strangling.
To choose this death is the prisoner's last taste of freedom.

Toluca Prison
Where: Historical Society
Built during the Civil War.
Later became Toluca Prison.

Waterfront Landscape
Where: Historical Society
"Waterfront landscape."
Allen Smith (Date of birth and death unknown)
A scene of this area from long ago. From the style, it looks like it was done sometime around 1820. There were a lot fewer people then, and only a handful of buildings.

Painting:
Where: Second room, Historical Society.
Misty day, remains of the judgement.

Sins:
Where: Toluca Prison.
I give you blood to atone for the three Sins.

Lake Legend:
Where: Toluca Prison.
Toluca Lake, the town's main tourist attraction.
This clear, beautiful lake has another side as well.
It may seem like just a typical ghost story that you might find in any number of old towns across the country.
But in this case, the legend is true.
On a fog-bound November day in 1918, the Little Baroness, a ship filled with tourists, failed to return to port.
A newspaper article from back then simply says: "It most likely sunk for some reason." Despite an extensive police search, not a single fragment of the ship nor any of the 14 bodies of passengers or crew has ever been recovered to this day.
In 1939, an even stranger incident occurred. _________

(there more pages here)

Many corpses rest at the bottom of this lake. Their bony hands reach up towards the boats that pass overhead. Perhaps they reach for their comrades.

Painting 1:
Where: Toluca Prison
Burning Man

Painting 2:
Where: Toluca Prison
Women in flight

Painting 3:
Where: Toluca Prison
436 People at a Recital

Bloodsoaked Newspaper:
Where: Read the newspapers on the floor just before you have to face Abstract Daddy.
The bo______f a man later identified as Thomas Oro___ Lumberjack (ag_ 39) was discovered in the ___________om lying fa_____
The probable cause of dea___ as multiple stab wounds to the front of the neck and the left side of the torso by a sharp edged weapon. The estimated ___e of death was somewhere between 11:00 p.___d 12:30 midnight.
Due to signs of struggle in the room and a lack of a murder weapon, police are cons____ering this a homicide and have opened a murder investigation.
Furthermore, given the fact that the cash in the room was untouched and Mr. Oro____ad a history of drunkenness and violence, the police ___ect that t____tive was not robbery ________ of crime o_____ion.

Memo:
Where: Lake View Hotel. Reception.
Mr. James Sunderland,
The videotape you forgot here is being kept
in the office on the 1st floor.

Laura's letter:
Where: Lake View Hotel. "Lake Shore" Restaurant.
My dearest Laura, I'm leaving this letter to Rachel to give to you after I'm gone.
I'm far away now. In a quiet, beautiful place.
Please forgive me for not saying goodbye before I left.
Be well, Laura.
Don't be too hard on the sisters.
And Laura, about James... I know you hate him because you think he isn't nice to me, but please give him a chance.
It's true he may be a little surly sometimes, and he doesn't laugh much. But underneath he's really a sweet person.
Laura... I love you like my very own daughter.
If things had worked out differently, I was hoping to adopt you.
Happy 8th birthday, Laura.

Your friend forever, Mary

Book of the Crimson Ceremony:
Where: Lake View Hotel, Reading Room.
Speak. I am the Crimson One.
The lies and the mist are not they but I. You all know that I am One. Yes, and the One is I.
Believers hearken to me! Twenty score men and seven thousand beasts. Heed my words and speak them to all, that they shall ever be obeyed even under the light of the proud and merciless sun.
I shall bring down bitter vengeance upon thee and thou shalt suffer my eternal wrath.
The beauty of the withering flower and the last struggles of the dying man, they are my blessings.
Thou shalt ever call upon me and all that is me in the place that is silent.
Oh, proud fragrance of life which flies towards the heart. Oh Cup which brims with the whitest of wine, it is in thee that all begins.