"And the Sins of the Wicked Shall be Repaid A Thousand-Fold..."
 
Just finished Silent Hill 3 tonight, and I can't sleep.  It was that damn scary, I kid you not. 

As I go to the bathroom, phantasmagoric visions of jerkily-ambling monsters ripping aside the stall door and gleefully digging their razor-sharp claws into my flesh flood my mind.  I step back into the dormitory hall--relieved that there are no closed doors nearby awaiting the touch of my shuddering hand to open them--and I notice that the walls are slowly losing their normal, drab tan coloration.  Even their texture is morphing--like a vast field of mercury--in front of my eyes.

First they smoke.

Then they writhe.

Then, they bleed.

I grasp my head--realizing now that I'm sprawled across the floor of my room; I never left it to go to the bathroom--and I begin to tremble again. 

I hear a siren in the distance.  A scratching at the window.  I press my knees closer and closer into my chest, hoping eventually to crush myself, to rid myself of this gnawing fear and to dive deep within to a place where these horrifying images can no longer disturb my porcelain mind.  The glass on my window begins to crack and I realize that they won't leave me alone.

WHY WON'T THEY JUST LEAVE ME-----------

 

Several hours later the police find me in my room.  At least, what's left of me.  Various bits of my innards are strung across the ceiling in haphazard fashion, held up by some type of silken material that could only be described as a type of webbing.  The crime lab mockup of the 'webbing' finds that the material indeed was chemically similar to a spider's web, yet no spider was capable of producing a thread nearly five inches in diameter. 

No one can identify me.  There's not enough of me left.  The police search for teeth and find that the head has been removed.  Sad.  No one will cry for me.  They won't even know that I'm gone.  

I wake up again, drenched in a cold sweat.  I roll over to face the wall, ready to let sleep work its gentle magic upon me.  As I begin to give into sleep's sweet caress, I notice a faint sound at the window.  I close my eyes.  They do not open again.