SILENT HILL 3 soundtrack - One Sunday Morning -Akira Yamaoka- 724 MEGS
0Ida Thatcher was a devout Christian worshipper. She always went to the 7 o'clock Sunday morning service at her nearby church. Usually she heard the clanging of the church bells right before eating breakfast. But she had overslept for some reason and the bells were tolling as she sat down to the oak table.
She soon realized that the sound lulling in her ears at the same time she was tasting the slightly burnt toast she chewed on... was reminding her of the flesh of Christ from the story of The Last Supper in her Bible. That Bible she kept on her writing desk in her room. That Bible that she had read through five times in her life. That Bible she respected and understood, but still gave her so many conflicted feelings about her place in life.
'i'd better hurry, i'm gonna be late!!' she thought as she drank the second half of her orange juice. The old clock on the wall quietly ticked at her, seeming to get impatient. It was time to leave.
As Ida walked along the sidewalk of her street, she remembered how dark the sky was during this time of year. It was June 15th, 1947. The muggy heat that hung over the air was not too humid, it seemed mild and comfortable. The slight odd buzzing of cicadas faded out from the trees. There were only a few dim stars on the light velvet horizon. Ida began to hurry when she realized that she was the only one on the street, it made her scared. The only sound she could hear was the clatter of her shoes on the squares of the pavement.
'Everybody must already be in church,' she thought.
Ida took a shortcut through the cemetery, then she quietly opened the church's front door made of stern birchwood and found a seat. The service had already begun.
When she caught her breath, Ida looked around. The church walls and awnings were all made of flowers... Hundreds upon hundreds of flowers... They were bright yellow chrysthanseums. The fragrance given off by them made Ida feel a mixture of being in the nature-laced mountains but with a deep dreading sorrow... As if someone close to her had died.
Faint light beamed through the windows of the church, the halls in back of the pulpit looked like endless labyrinths. Labyrinths with walls made of funeral flowers. The sunlight on the yellow flowers gave them a look of a muted and solemn pose.
Ida saw that the wooden pews were filled with people she had never seen before. But the woman next to her did look somewhat familiar... Ida smiled at her. 'It's Josephine Kerr,' she thought. '...but she's dead!! ..She died a month ago... she hanged herself in her basement after her husband left her...' Suddenly Ida felt very uneasy.
She looked around again. As her eyes began to adjust to the morning-light, Ida saw some of the churchgoers were skeletons in black suits and others in black dresses. 'Oh my God!! This is a service for the dead!!' Ida realized with a terrible sense of fear. 'Everybody here is dead except me!!!'
Ida noticed that some of the skeletons were staring at her. They looked angry, as if she had no business being there. Josephine Kerr leaned toward her and whispered, 'Leave church right after the benediction, or something horrible will happen. You are in grave danger, Ida.'
When the service came to an end, the minister gave his blessing. 'The Lord bless you and keep you,' he said. 'The Lord have his grace shine upon you...'
Ida grabbed her coat and walked toward the big birch door. When she heard footsteps behind her, she glanced back. Several of the dead were coming toward her.
'The Lord lift up his countenance to you...' the minister went on.
Ida was so frightened that her fast walk became a panicked run. Her hands slammed against the door and she ran... with a pack of shrieking corpses grasping for her with death in their eyes.
'GET OUT!!!' one of them screamed. Another yelled, 'YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE!!' and ripped her helpless petticoat from her shoulders. As Ida ran through the faded cemetery, she almost tripped on a sad, blue bouquet of sapphire roses and nearly smashed her head on an angel-stone. In the distance she could hear the clanging of twilight Majora church bells. Then a third screeching body grabbed the red-linen hat from her head, almost tearing a part of her scalp with it. 'DON'T EVER COME BACK!!!' it shouted at her.
By the time Ida had reached the street, the sun had halfway risen in the sky... and the dead were nowhere to be seen.
'Did this really happen?!!' Ida asked herself, gasping to catch her breath. '..or have I been dreaming it all like a poor sacrificial lamb?'
Later that afternoon while Ida was trying to forget what happened over a bottle of grape-vino wine in her kitchen, one of her friends brought over her petticoat and hat. Ida looked in shock at what she saw and dropped her glass to the floor. The grape wine spread out from the shattered glass across the ceramic floor like a slaughtered purple cloth. ...Both her coat and hat had been found in the cemetery that morning, torn to bloody shreds.