Okay, I've started writing a propor story now, and it isn't a fanfic or about DOA. It's a horror story and so far I've completed about 6 chapters of it. I will put the introduction below, but the full story will be here for download. I know it's laying off Silent Hill 4 a bit, but it still isn't fully edited. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
Robert Kynastone opened his eyes and slowly sat up in his bed. He looked up, semi-concious from his disturbed sleep. But it didn't take him long to realize that something was horribly wrong. Not just something, but everything. Robert began to feel ill as he looked at the walls, which were a deep, horrifying red. "Blood? No, no, that can't be possible" he said to himself. As he got up, several cries and moans from unknown locations sent chills through his body. "This can't be real... Where am I?" It certainly wasn't his room he stood in, not even his apartment. He opened the door to a larger compartment of the bedroom, with sofas, a television and another door, probably leading to a bathroom. He tried the door, but it was jammed shut by a mysterious force. But the most striking element of the dark, red-walled room was the exit door. It was extremely unusual, seeming to be the only 'normal' area of the room. The door was plain, made of polished wood, leaving a mesmerising aurura around it. The headache that plagued Robert began to subside when he looked at the door. It seemed holy, and peaceful. He walked over to it and turned the handle. Bright light flooded from the small opening he had created, too bright to even imagine what could be on the other side. He opened the door completely, but was blinded by the light on the other end...
Robert jolted awake from his bed, and looked around. His room. "Ohh... What a strange, strange dream..." He said to himself. He looked a mess; feeling tired, hair displaced, and confused. He looked outside at the view from his apartment window and breathed a sigh of relief. "The real world..." He thought to himself. Robert Kynastone was a detective, in his early 20's. He was new to the 'field', and had finished his introduction courses when he was 19 years old, an incredibly young age to begin professional detective work. Brown haired, brown eyed, he didn't particularly see himself as something special. Just an average man, in an average city, with an average life. Despite this unexciting phase, he was exceptionally good at his job, with many CSI investigations cracked in a matter of days.
He had recieved a call yesterday to assist at a small robbery at a rich family's home. Strangely, the only stolen items reported were small paintings, of little value. As mild as it were, Robert vowed to complete all investigations he had started. The home was called the 'Ayala Mansion', named after a family that had once lived there. The house lay on a visually lethal cliff face. An accident had happened there, too terrible to be spoken of anymore, but somehow, somewhere, Robert had a past memory, a tragedy that he knew nothing about. He could remember nothing of it, but felt emotionally changed after he heard the name 'Ayala'. Somehow, it had drawn him to accept the investigation and find out more...
Getting dressed, he began to cook his expert speciality: omelette and unusually well-cooked toast. After breakfast, he took his coat and tied his shoes, ready for the investigation. It was going to be a long day, he knew, but continued. Robert was halted by something attached to his front door. A sheet of paper was pinned to it. There were three short sentences, written in scruffy black pen, almost in poetic form:
It's a great illusion one never knows,
When you think you're really alone,
Feel the eyes of someone looking in on you...
"Nobody else lives with me, so who put this there?" He thought, confused. Robert pocketed the note and proceeded through the door to his car. "What is happening to me...?" He pondered as he drove to the mansion. Ten minutes later he parked his car at the mansion gates, opened the door and, through the door he looked up at the dominating view of the mansion. "Why does this look so, familiar...?" he wondered...