Old Orchid Hotel (Silent Hill Fanfic, others possible, FtS, Video Game Spoilers)

Sealed felt like such a weak word for the rusted barbed wire mess. Leaving Heather with nothing to do but close her eyes and wait.

Wait for whatever force had taken her to this place to come. To once again curse her with the abominable destiny the cult had prophesized for her.

Wait for her accursed body to once more become the incubator for their god.

She sucked in a sudden breath as fear took hold of her. What if it was already inside of her again? She didn’t have medicine to expel it from her body this time. If it was inside her accursed womb this time…

She reached up and wiped her brow clean of sweat. The intolerable humidity of this dingy motel room was making her feel even more uncomfortable as she contemplated what could easily be her last moments before being sacrificed by birth of her nightmarish child.

And her she lay trapped. No weapons to defend herself. Locked in room with nothing but an alarm clock flashing 12:00 over and over.

A burst of static drew her attention towards that same object. Heather’s eyes widened as she searched the room for some sign that she was being drawn into a deeper nightmare or that some creature might be climbing up to meet her. Only for a voice to call out for her through the static.

“Heather ca- *CRACKLE* me? You do----- time if you----“

She stared at the radio. She’d never heard voices try to communicate to her like that. Cryptic whispers from her former incarnations, disturbed mutterings from other lost souls perhaps…

But not an articulate speaker trying to reach her.

In absurd hope she yelled out in return, “Hello! Can you hear me? Where am I? Can… can you help me?”

Nothing but static. For so long she began to dread that she had hallucinated a friendly voice in her own personal hell. Then another loud crackling pop came from the radio.

“Good! You can hear me. We don’t have mu---------- Heather you need to----- the paper inside the desk. It’s special------ torn from Book of Memo------ read it aloud! Read it over an-------- *POP*”

There was a loud wrenching sound of dying electrics as the radio was silenced. The invisible forces within the hotel room drawing tighter to silence the interloper that would try to free the incubating force for the worlds rebirth into purity. Already Heather could see red lines of near black blood flowing from slowly widening holes.

Things writhed inside them eagerly pressing against the widening orifices. Already an inky black pool of filth built upon the floor around her.

She drew her legs close to her chest and muffled a scream of rage and fear. How could it end like this?! After all she’d suffered through, to be nothing but a womb for the immaculate conception of the apocalypse. Nothing but a doorway between her legs into which would enter the conquering beast god of her first parents blasphemous religion.

She…

She wouldn’t let it end like this!

The voice had told her to read something. It wasn’t her father… it was some strange woman she’d never heard but it hardly mattered now. She reached a shaking hand down to the drawer beneath the now ruined radio and gave it a frantic tug. Only to find it stuck fast! Her other hand soon grabbed it as well. Pulling and pulling with all of her strength against the warped and rotted wood.

Till at last it gave. And the drawer came out violently falling into the growing creep of black pitch. The paper fluttering in the air and dodging her panicked grasps only to fall in an empty metal waste bin by the bed side. Heather quickly reached over the side and snatched up the entire bin. Placing it on the bed and pulling the half folded bit of yellowed paper out.

Unfolding it in her shaking hands she stared down at the carefully written words. Her eyes widened…

“What the fuck?”

And then the bed frame creaked in complaint as the crawling rust began to degrade the metal. She had n

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