SILENT HILL 3 soundtrack - The Dream -Akira Yamaoka- 606 MEGS
5Lucy Morgan was an artist. She had spent a whole April week painting sights in a small country town and decided that she had seen all it had to offer. She would move on the next day to a different town, one called Kingston. The sun had set for the day, and Lucy was feeling tired. As she walked back to the inn she was staying at, the stars were already beginning to gather in the sky. She got to the inn, greeted the front desk person, went to her room and went to bed, falling asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.
Lucy had a strange dream that night. She dreamed that she was walking up a dark, wood-carved staircase. When she got to the top, there was a door leading to a bedroom. She entered and saw that it was just an ordinary room, except the carpet was forest-green and made up of squares that looked like trapdoors. And each of the windows was closed shut with bent nails that stuck up out of the wood.
In her dream, she went to sleep in that bedroom. Darkness filled her mind for hours. In the middle of the night, a woman with a pale face and dark eyes and long black hair slowly walked into the room. The woman came over to the bed and whispered, 'This is an evil place, Lucy. Leave while you still can... Leave, Lucy...' The woman then touched Lucy's arm, and Lucy woke up from her dream with a terrified shriek. She spent the rest of the night in a sleepless cold sweat.
When morning came, her eyes wide with fear, she got up and looked into the mirror. 'It was just a nightmare, that's all,' she told herself unconvincingly. She got dressed and went out to a small café, and ordered herself a cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs with toast.
As she was sprinkling salt and pepper on the breakfast, a middle-aged gentleman sitting at the table across from her nervously laughed and said to her, 'why you look positively spooked, Miss. Are you doing alright this morning?' Lucy looked over to him, her pupils somewhat dialated and her mouth slightly trembling. 'Yes, thank you, i'm ok. Just a little homesick is all. I was going to leave for Kingston today, but i changed my mind, i think i'm just going to go home instead.'
The man took a pull from the cigar he was smoking. 'Oh that's interesting, why did you change your mind?' he asked. Lucy quietly responded, 'i just can't bring myself to go there.' The man then said 'How about Dorset? You ever been there? It's pretty close by, actually.' Lucy returned to the inn, packed her things and checked out.
An hour later, she arrived in Dorset. The sky was grey and overcast, Lucy could've sworn she felt a few drops of rain hit her. Then a low rumble of thunder echoed across the townscape, and rain started to fall a little more than before. 'I need to find another place to stay,' Lucy thought to herself. She saw a young woman getting into her car, she quickly ran up to her and asked if she knew any decent inns located in the town.
'You should try that place over there at the top of the hill!' the young woman shouted over another loud rumble of thunder. Lucy yelled a haphazard thanks to the woman and waved at her. The rain was really coming down now.
After Lucy had gotten to the inn on the hill, she hurried inside and was greeted by the manager, a friendly and plump-looking woman probably in her 40's. 'It's really coming down out there, isn't it?' the manager said to her. 'Do you have any rooms available???' Lucy asked with a hint of desperation. 'Of course!!' was the response, 'Come with me, i will show you our best room. i think you will like it!'
With rain-water dripping from her hair and clothes, Lucy walked with the manager up a dark, wood-carved staircase, like the one in her dream. Lucy began to feel a little uneasy but thought to herself, 'All these old countryhouses have the same kind of staircase architecture, it's nothing.' But when the manager opened the door to the bedroom, Lucy realized that it was the same room from her dream. The forest-green carpet with the trapdoor squares was the same, and the windows were sealed with bent nails. 'This is just a coincidence,' Lucy told herself.
'How do you like it?' the manager asked. 'I'm not sure,' Lucy responded uneasily. 'Well, take your time. i'm heating up some tea downstairs, i'll bring some up while you think about it,' the manager cheerfully said. After the manager went downstairs, Lucy sat on the bed at the back of the room. She stared down at the ugly carpet with the trapdoor squares and the windows with the nails. A half hour passed, and then there was a quiet knock on the door. 'It's the manager with the tea,' she thought.
But it wasn't the manager. It was the woman from her dream with the pale face and the dark eyes and the long black hair. The woman slowly entered the room and the door somehow locked by itself behind her. No one knows what happened to Lucy Morgan that dark afternoon, and the inn mysteriously burned down a week after she disappeared.