Флаер в пекарне

Расположение: торговый центр, 2-й этаж, пекарня «Helen’s». Флаер на прилавке.


Crispy toasted bread right to your very door.

Everything on sale!
Helen’s Bakery
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Crispy toasted dead right to your very door.

Everything on sale!
Helen’s Bakery

Записка в книжном магазине

Расположение: торговый центр, 2-й этаж, книжный магазин. На стене рядом с дверью с кодовым замком.
Нормальный уровень сложности загадок:


Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Put these books out of order.
Тяжёлый уровень сложности загадок:


In here is a tragedy —
art thou player or audience?
Be as it may, the end doth remain:
all go on only toward death.

The first words at thy left hand:
a false lunacy, a madly dancing man.
Hearing unhearable words, drawn
to a beloved’s grave — and there,
mayhap, true madness at last.

As did this one, playing at death,
find true death at the last.
Killing a nameless lover, she
pierced a heart rent by sorrow.

Doth lie invite truth?
Doth verity but wear the
mask of falsehood?
Ah, thou pitiful, thou
miserable ones!

Still amidst lies, though the end
cometh not, wherefore yearn
for death?
Wilt thou attend to thy beloved?
Truth and lies, life and death:
a game of turning white to black
and black to white.

Is not a silence brimming with
love more precious than flattery?
A peaceful slumber preferred to
a throne besmirched with blood.

One vengeful man
spilled blood for two;
Two youths shed tears for three;
Three witches disappeared thusly;
And only the four keys remain.

Ah, but verily…
In here is a tragedy —
art thou player or audience?
There is nothing which cannot
become a puppet of fate or an
onlooker, peering into the cage.

Предупреждение в торговом центре

Расположение: альтернативный торговый центр, 1-й этаж. В комнате с фонариком.


When leaving the room, be sure to turn out the lights. It will be obvious if they are not switched off.

Надпись на двери с полумесяцем

Расположение: альтернативный торговый центр, 3-й этаж. Надпись на двери с полумесяцем.


Piling up the 300th day and night
From beyond the door,
cries of pain are heard

And the final destination
has become real
Though not a blessed beginning

Газета в метро

Расположение: метро. На автомате по продаже билетов около турникетов.


Fatal Accident At Hazel Street

At about 11 PM on the 4th, a man waiting on the platform at the Hazel Street station fell onto the tracks and was decapitated by the arriving St. Renata College-bound train. The victim died instantly. While police have not yet determined whether the death was an accident or suicide, witnesses report that the victim did not look inebriated and seemed to jump off the platform deliberately. The victim’s identity is still unknown. He was approximately 40 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, and was wearing a black jacket.

Оккультный журнал в метро

Расположение: метро, спуск на платформу 4. На полу.


The souls of those who died suddenly by suicide or accident don’t realize they’re dead. Sometimes they stay put and haunt that particular place. These spirits have lost their human senses and memories and can only keep replaying the pain and sadness of the moment they died. The pain can get so bad that they turn to humans for salvation — or they begrudge humans their lives. At such times they can possess humans. Places known as “famous suicide spots” or “high-accident areas” are often to blame. You should be careful when approaching such locations, especially on the day or at the time the death occurred. That is, if you don’t want it to happen to you, too…

Записка о монстре в воде

Расположение: канализация. В комнате на столе.


There’s a monster in the water. The bastard’s killed 2 of my buddies. I should never have doubted that old urban legend about alligators in the sewers. That was no myth. But no one believes me. They were drunk and slipped? We’re not that damn stupid. Even calling it a monster isn’t quite right. This is something else. All I know is…something’s in there. I’m going in now to beat that thing’s head in. If you find this note, consider it my will. Revenge is futile — or so you may think, reading this. But Jose and Jaime were my best buddies. Wish I knew how to do the deed. Guns won’t work underwater. Even my famous knifework won’t do much. If only I had a hand grenade…

Записка с предупреждением в канализации

Расположение: канализация. В комнате перед дверью.


Danger! Keep out!

Надпись на фото с Хизер

Расположение: альтернативное офисное здание, 2-й этаж. В одной из комнат на стуле.


Find the Holy One.
Kill her?

Картина в галерее

Расположение: альтернативное офисное здание, 5-й этаж. На стене.


Flame Purifies All
By these remains may a person find the road to Paradise.

Надпись рядом с торговым автоматом

Расположение: альтернативное офисное здание, 4-й этаж. В северо-западной части этажа.


Thus one’s life turns to riches:
What was a bag of silver coins is now the number in a book.
Yet fate hath no price… Ah, but do people know this?

Начало сказки

Расположение: альтернативное офисное здание, 1-й этаж. Около входа в здание на полу перед монстром.


Once upon a time, there was a monster living at the gates of a village. It was a very scary and a very bad monster. It would catch people and crunch them up with its big teeth. The villagers were afraid of the monster, and no one would dare approach the gates. Everyone was stuck inside the village. When the king heard about this, he summoned his knights. The knights eagerly rode out to defeat the monster. “Ha! Take that!” Their swords slashed and their spears flashed, but the monster wouldn’t die. The monster tossed the knights into his mouth one by one, horses and all. What was the king to do? He fretted and fussed and paced the floor, but could think of no solution. Soon after, the village priestess came to the castle. She was a very kind and good person. The king asked her to defeat the monster guarding the gates.

Продолжение сказки

Расположение: альтернативное офисное здание, 4-й этаж, скрытый проход через картину. На столе.


The priestess accepted the king’s request and went to the village gates. But when she saw the monster, she tried to convince it with words instead of killing it. “Shut up, you! I’m going to eat you up!” The monster didn’t listen to a word the priestess said. But she kept trying to convince the monster to give up. “It’s wrong to eat people, you know.” The monster grew very angry at this and attacked her, killing her with a single mighty blow.

Окончание сказки

Расположение: альтернативное офисное здание, 1-й этаж, в одной из комнат.


The king and his people shed tears at the death of the kind priestess. God took pity upon them and, granting their wishes, healed the priestess. The priestess opened her eyes just as she had done every morning of her life. She went once more to the monster’s lair. “Fool! You wish to die again?” “No… this time it’s your turn.” The priestess had come to defeat the monster once and for all. As the priestess was very very kind, she felt sad about this task. But it had to be done. “Swords and spears won’t work. Arrows and bullets will just bounce off. You can’t kill me,” the monster laughed. But the priestess used neither sword nor spear. She chanted but a single spell. “TU FUI, EGO ERIS.” Do you know what happened then? The monster let out a huge cry and then died and vanished! Thus the villagers were able to use their gates once more. Everyone lavished their gratitude upon the priestess, and they all lived happily ever after.

Записная книжка отца

Расположение: апартаменты «Daisy Villa». Передаст Дуглас.


I hope this will never come to any use; maybe it’s better if you never know. More than anything else, I fear the possibility of your going away, far from me. But sometimes we have to tell the truth. That’s why I’m writing this, before I’m lost in death and oblivion. What happened back then? That has something to do with who you are. It all started 24 years ago. Coming back from a vacation, my wife and I found a baby on the side of the highway. Since we were childless, we thanked God for letting us meet this child…this girl. We took her home. 3 years later, my wife died, and another 4 years later — 17 years ago — I came to Silent Hill. I heard the girl’s pleas and took her with me, not knowing why she wanted us to go there. And it was there that the girl went away. Not that she actually went anywhere, nor did she die. “Returned to her original self”… that’s what Dahlia Gillespie said. “Original self”… That was the young woman burned by her mother as a sacrifice to God…Alessa Gillespie. Half her soul escaped in those flames and went on to live in a baby…in that girl of mine. Of ours. 7 years passed before that half-a-girl returned to Silent Hill and made Alessa whole again. Newly strengthened, she vowed to kill God. God, a fetus nestled into this sacrificial girl’s womb, was summoned with the usual rites. This was Alessa’s wish, no matter what the outcome — even if her own existence were at stake. But that wish was not granted. My interruption meant she prayed instead for the girl’s return. I alone couldn’t bring her back. Dahlia did it — I only helped at the birthing ceremony, to bring God out of Alessa. The newly-born God wailed once and was dead. All from that girl’s — and probably Alessa’s — conscious resistance. That’s not the end. After God had vanished in a glow of light, Alessa reappeared and gave me a baby. She looked a lot like that girl so long ago. And then Alessa was gone, dead. There was nothing I could have done to help. I simply clutched the baby to my chest and ran off. The whole thing felt like a dream, but I had proof that it wasn’t. The girl was nowhere to be found, and in my arms…the baby. Now 17 years have passed. It feels like only yesterday, and again it feels like a million years ago. I confess I had reservations at first about raising that baby. Could I love her? Her existence was thoroughly unexplainable. I thought, “She could be that young woman who snatched away my beloved daughter.” That led to sadness, anger…there were times when I put my hands around her tiny little throat. Several times I even considered abandoning her. That’s what a terrible person I am. But I decided to raise her after all. I just couldn’t seem to let her go. When she…when you look at me, you laugh, so… Even now, I can’t forget about that girl. But I love you. I have no doubts about that. That’s all I ask you to believe. To my precious daughter… Harry Mason

Туристическая брошюра

Расположение: клуб «Heaven’s Nigh». На столе.


Welcome to Silent Hill!

Silent Hill, a quite little lakeside resort town. We’re happy to have you. Take some time out of your busy schedules and enjoy a nice restful vacation here. Row after row of quaint old houses, a gorgeous mountain landscape, and a lake which shows different sides of its beauty with the passing of the day, from sunrise to late afternoons to sunset. Silent Hill will move you and fill you with a feeling of deep peace. I hope your time here will be pleasant and your memories will last forever.

Editor: Roger Widmark

Возвращение леди Марии

Расположение: клуб «Heaven’s Nigh». На сцене.
Примечание: только при наличии сейвов к Silent Hill 2.


The Return of Lady Maria!
From 8:00 pm on the 27th.

О Леонарде и Стэнли

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 1-й этаж, Doctor’s Lounge. На столе.


Leonard Wolf

Room S12.
Presenting mild audiovisual hallucinations, emotional instability, obsessive ideas. Suspect mild schizophrenia. Will continue observation. Basically calm and cooperative with a strong sense of justice. However, according to reports, becomes very violent when overexcited.

Stanley Coleman

Room S07.
Usually passive and cowardly; also egotistical. Sometimes shows and acts on obsessive attachment to a particular woman. This has caused violent incidents; use caution.

Записка в восточном коридоре второго этажа

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 2-й этаж. На стене рядом с дверью, запертой на кодовый замок.
Лёгкий уровень сложности загадок:


Press, move 2 right;
press, move up 1;
press, move 2 down;
press, the door shall open.
Нормальный уровень сложности загадок:


The first is larger than the second;
the second twice the third;
the third smaller than the fourth;
the fourth is half the first.

Four of the numbers are not repeated
Three are not in the top row
Two are not in the right row
One of the numbers is the final key
Тяжёлый уровень сложности загадок:


Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead —
You are always looking at me
and I am always looking at you.

Ah, you’re too meek —
beautiful, unspoiled:
thus I’m so sad, I suffer —
and so happy, it hurts.

I want to hurt you
and destroy myself
What you would think
if you knew how I felt.

Would you simply smile,
not saying a word?
Even curses from your mouth
would be as beautiful as pearls.

I place my left hand on your
face as though we were to kiss.
Then I suddenly shove my thumb
deep into your eyesocket.
Abruptly, decisively,
like drilling a hole.

And what would it feel like?
Like jelly?
Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely
mix it around and around: I must
taste the warmth of your blood.

How would you scream?
Would you shriek “It hurts!
It hurts!” as cinnabar-red tears
stream from your crushed eye?

You can’t know the maddening
hunger I’ve felt in the midst of
our kisses, so many of them
I’ve lost count.

As though drinking in your cries,
I bring my hopes to fruition:
biting your tongue, shredding it,
biting at your lips as if tasting
your lipstick.

Oh, what euphoric heights I would
reach, having my desires fulfilled
like a greedy, gluttonous cur.

I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted
cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my
I would surely be healed,
and would cry like a child.

And how is your tender ear?
It brushes against my cheek;
I want it to creep up to my lips so
I can sink my teeth into its flesh.

Your left ear, always hearing words
whispered sweet as pie —
I want it to hear my true feelings.
I never lied, no…
but I did have my secrets.

Ah, but what must you think of me?
Do you hate me? Are you afraid?
As though inviting you to the agony
at the play’s end, if you wish, you
could destroy me — I wouldn’t care.

As you wish, you may destroy me
— I wouldn’t care.

Татуировка на руке трупа

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 2-й этаж, Examining Room 3. На руке трупа.


The start time is my key.

Записка о трупе

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 2-й этаж, Examining Room 3. На столе рядом с трупом.


Background: unknown.
Name/age: unknown.
Not admitted patient. Found in poor mental state on hospital grounds and temporarily installed in room M4 at chief’s discretion. Died late tonight from blood loss due to severed carotid artery. Was grasping own kitchen knife in right hand; assume this was cause of neck wound. Possible suicide, but wound angle suspicious. Sent to 2nd floor treatment room for further investigation. Have received no proof or corroboration of event from patient residing in same room. Have not notified police. However, for future necessity, leave victim’s bed and effects intact (room M4).

Дневник Стэнли Колмана (комната для посещений)

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 1-й этаж, Visiting Room. На столе.


This day has finally come. That’s right — the day when you and I will meet. I was always thinking of you, here in this gloomy cell. I never even knew your name or face until today. But now I know. I know you’re the one I’ve been waiting for. And haven’t you been waiting for me, too? That’s why you came to rescue me. Oh, how I love you, Heather. I want to give you my prized doll I made to commemorate our meeting, the start of this everlasting love. Ah, I can already see your smiling face.

Stanley Coleman

Дневник Стэнли Колмана (палата С4)

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 1-й этаж, палата C4.


The Organization has me shut up in here. They need to break my will, to make me forget about all that. But I’ll stay sane even if they throw me in here with lunatics. How about if I stick this to the wall? That would be worthless. You can peel it off, can’t you, with that junk those nasty wenches won’t stop using? If a thing has no meaning, there’s no reason for it to exist at all. Just as you exist for me. But why haven’t you taken my doll with you? Ah, my gift must’ve embarrassed you. How cute you are, Heather!

Stanley Coleman

Дневник Стенли Колмана (восточный коридор)

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 2-й этаж, восточный коридор. На каталке.


You may not yet have realized your own true feelings. But you sense them unconsciously. And so you’re trying to get closer to me. That’s a virtue, the path to Paradise. If the door’s locked, open it. Use the password for the prison gates. Doctor… I’ve forgotten his name. Anyway, that quack has it posted. He should be here, too. I mean, 4 numbers would’ve been good enough, but he kept on going. Isn’t it a shame? I’m not there. Aren’t you irritated? I long for you, but you’re so cruel. Still, I want you, Heather.

Stanley Coleman

Дневник Стэнли Колмана (палата специальной терапии)

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 3-й этаж, Special Treatment Room.


Flowing freely, your ebony hair Like the night sky, scattering fragrance My heart, clamoring in my chest Like a storm, you trifle with it Your pristine glance Like a feast, when you smile My thoughts disturbed, my breath Like opium, it drives me mad …Eric, a great poet who conveys my feelings so well. I shouldn’t have let this place get to me, should never have gone crazy. But it’s superbly enjoyable to drown in my love for you. But why won’t you accept proof of my love? Don’t stand on ceremony, now. After all, you and I exist as one. What I give to you is the same as what I give to me.

Stanley Coleman

Дневник Стэнли Колмана (склад)

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 3-й этаж, склад (Store Room).


Heather, my most sacred lover. I’m always watching you. No matter where you are or what you may be doing, I have never lost sight of you. I know you feel intensely lonely. Yet with a single key to this door, those feelings won’t stand in the way any longer. We haven’t been able to see each other for so long. Be patient — it’s just a little longer. I’ll be patient, too, even though I long to hold you in these hands of mine. The key is behind the shelves in the underground garage. Why there? Ask that idiot doctor. There’s not a single person here who’s right in the head. Not just in this hospital — I mean in all of Silent Hill. Except me.

Stanley Coleman

Дневник Стэнли Колмана (лестничная площадка)

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, на лестничной площадке около выхода на крышу.


I also like the rooftop. It makes me want to fly. You too?

Stanley Coleman

Дневник Стэнли Колмана (палата М4)

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 2-й этаж, палата М4.


There was a tattooed guy on that rumpled bed. Not any more, though. That alarm clock and filthy bag are his. Ah, but don’t misunderstand. I haven’t done a thing. I didn’t hate him, though he was a liar. Shall I write something of my own? On my chest, since I can’t cut it open to show you my heart. "I Love Heather". No, something a bit more forceful. "I Love Heather" isn’t enough for what I feel. Oh, what tender emotion this image brings…

Stanley Coleman

Дневник Стэнли Колмана (палата S7)

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 3-й этаж, палата S7.


Goodbye, Heather. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to respond to your love. It’s all over. Leonard despises me — because I made fun of it, saying it would come to this. If it weren’t for his meddling, I would have been able to meet you in just a little while. Then I could have taken you to my world. A world for us alone, more beautiful than this one. And I had been waiting for this day, for today. The day I’d see you, the day you’d save me. Today. Heather, watch out for him. Leonard is no ordinary guy. Farewell. I loved you. Heather, my goddess. Heather, my lover. Heather, my…

Статья «Дом надежды»

Расположение: госпиталь Брукхэвен, 3-й этаж, палата S1.


Teaching Despair: "Hope House"

“Hope House”, an orphanage on the outskirts of Silent Hill. But behind its false image is a place where children are kidnapped and brainwashed. Hope House is managed by the “Silent Hill Smile Support Society,” a charity organization sometimes called “4S.” It’s true that 4S is a well-respected charity that “takes in poor children without homes and raises them with hope.” But at its heart, it is a heathen organization that teaches its own warped dogma in lieu of good religious values. Mr. Smith (temp), who lives near “Hope House,” had this to say: “Sometimes at night I can hear their weird prayers and the sounds of [children] crying. I went there to complain one time, but they ran me right out. Since then, it hasn’t changed a bit.” In fact, this reporter was refused admission when he attempted to take photographs in the facility. What exactly do the folks at “Hope House” have to hide? During my investigations, I was able to discover, however, a suspicious-looking round concrete tower which appears to be part of their facilities. Unfortunately no one was willing to tell us what the tower was used for. But it seems unlikely that it has anything to do with the business of raising orphans. It may in fact be a prison, or a secret place of worship. The cult religion that operates “Hope House” is known by the locals simply as “The Order”. It’s a religion that is deeply interwoven with Silent Hill’s history. But its worshippers’ fervent belief that they are among the elite “chosen people” has a dark and dangerous side. I intend to continue my investigation of “Hope House” and the cult behind it. I’ve always believed that “telling the whole truth” and showing the children the true path, is our most important duty.

Joseph Schreiber

Поздравительная открытка

Расположение: альтернативный госпиталь Брукхэвен, 1-й этаж, палата С1. На кровати под матрасом.


Happy 38th birthday!

Записки на койках в крематории

Расположение: альтернативный госпиталь Брукхэвен, крематорий в подвале. На койках.
Койка #1. Песнь Воробье:


Who killed Cock Robin?
“The Sparrow,” they said
“He wants them all dead
To him, honey-sweet is
their sobbin’”
Койка #2. Песнь о Филине:


The Owl who forgot the sky
Resigned to his poor earthbound state
Hungry or full didn’t matter at all
He ate and he ate and he ate
Койка #3. Песнь о Дрозде:


The grass the Thrush so loved to eat
Gave him sweet happiness
He sank ever deeper and finally fell
To destruction and fatal distress
Койка #4. Песнь о Малиновке:


Cock Robin, who hid the key away
Is ash in the oven, all right
The place he held is empty now
And the doors remain shut tight
Койка #5. Песнь о Жаворонке:


The Lark’s child lost all his words
And walled himself up all away
Heart and mouth both locked up tight
In a cage where none want to stay
Койка #6. Песнь о Голубе:


The Dove’s hope died; he chose his path
His flapping wings fell still
Drenched in scarlet here they lay
His cheeks pale white and chill
Койка #7. Песнь о Коноплянке:


He seeks out her soul by his own
black ambition
Frightening her out of her wits
Whispering love songs into her ear
What cruel Linnet wants, he gets
Койка #8. Песнь о Граче:


The black Rook is the praying sort
Who hears the gods in the skies
His whispered petitions go on
without end
And glassy and dim are his eyes
Койка #9. Песнь о Крапивнике:


The Wren, with pure heart as
yet unrefined
Makes us laugh with his feeble
But still we all know he shall
never grow old
And he knows not how much
he is lacking
Койка #10. Песнь о Коршуне:


The Kite, hot, crazy, and panting mad
Sweet shackles that tease and excite
Death itself would drive him wild
Red blood that turns milky white

Дверь печи в крематории

Расположение: альтернативный госпиталь Брукхэвен, крематорий в подвале. На двери печи.


Burn the one who knows no death
Pure, adored by those above
No prayers within, just simple love

And now the pining hunter
The flames longing for his rebirth
A distant breath within the earth

Burn up that heavy body of his
Make it wind, dancing in the sky
That bottomless gut now a cloud,
now a sigh

The sweet blood on his laughing lips
Now calls him to the gates of Hell
There burns evermore that soulless shell

Four bodies return to ashes
Thus the door is opened
Thus the door is opened

Записная книжка в дневной комнате

Расположение: альтернативный госпиталь Брукхэвен, 1-й этаж, Day Room. На полу.


The world is teeming with unnecessary people. It’s God’s decision that I fight. As a knight of honor, as protector of the seal, I sacrifice myself to the blood of criminals.

Записка для врача

Расположение: альтернативный госпиталь Брукхэвен, 1-й этаж, Examination Room. На столе.


Dr. Midkiff:

Please use extra caution with the patient in room 312. He should still have his religious freedom here in the hospital, but he shouldn’t push his faith on others. I’m a victim, too. Rumor has it he got here by stabbing someone over a religious dispute. Please be careful.

R. Crosby

P.S. It looks like the rumor is true, according to the head nurse. I do think he’s a good person otherwise, though — easy to deal with.

Записка о наказании Кристи

Расположение: альтернативный госпиталь Брукхэвен, 3-й этаж, палата специального лечения (Special Treatment Room). На стене.


Punishment for brutality towards patient: 12-hours confinement in the special treatment room. Dismissal policy no longer in effect. Contact the chief if you have any questions.

[There's something handwritten on top of the typewritten sentence.]

The trick is not to leave any marks!

[And one other thing. This looks like it was written by a different person.]

The chief is a pervert! Christie would have been better off if she had been fired...

Книга «Потерянные воспоминания»

Расположение: альтернативный госпиталь Брукхэвен, 1-й этаж, палата С4. На алтаре.


One characteristic, mentioned only in rare documents and dying out in the modern age, is that of the ritual sacrifice. “Offering prayers, pierce a man’s chest with a copper stake. Drench the altar in the blood which spouts red from the heart, to praise and to show loyalty unto God.” In another sacrificial rite mentioned in the same book, the victim is burned alive. This was a more dignified ceremony in which prisoners and sinners were not allowed to participate. Only the clergy could be sacrificed. Similar to burning at the stake, no comparable rite can be found in religions practiced nearby. It may have some connection with the main deity being a sun god. Even though this religion extols redemption, it brings to mind a dark and cultish history.

Записная книжка Дугласа

Расположение: парк развлечений «Lakeside», лавка предсказаний «Fortune House». На стуле.


Client: Claudia Wolf
Request: Searching for (then infant)
Alessa Gillespie, kidnapped by man named Harry Mason. No word from police. Kidnap location unknown. Old Silent Hill newspaper article: Alessa Gillespie (7) dead in fire. Links to current case? To be investigated. Priority: low. Using alias “Heather.” Neighbors do not know real name. What is she hiding. According to records, 24 years old. Client says looks 17 — plausible? Lived in Portland ’til 12 years ago. Got wrapped up in a murder case; Harry shot suspect. Justifiable self-defense, so no punishment. Moved away immediately after, started to use alias. Apparently no connection with the criminal. Just some occult freak, slightly off from way back. Originally from Silent Hill?

Фотографии с силуэтами

Расположение: парк развлечений «Lakeside», около статуй Белоснежки и Золушки.

Записка отца

Расположение: парк развлечений «Lakeside», на прилавке киоска.


Dahlia’s the one who said it — said that the girl was a demon. That she took my daughter for a sacrifice. But it’s not totally believable. I mean, appearances can be deceiving. When I saw that photo in the hospital basement, I thought, “That girl looks like Cheryl.” Is that why I feel this way? Something’s not normal, anyway. Nothing good will come of this. But I just can’t think of her as a demon. Is it my imagination, or do I actually feel sorry for her? Why do I feel like she’s looking for someone to help? Cheryl’s what’s important to me. Everything else can wait until I’ve gotten her back.

Записка на карусели

Расположение: парк развлечений «Lakeside», на лошади.


When 13 turns count 4, you will die from their curse.
If you wish to escape, there is but one way out.
To kill before you are killed: you will be saved by the 12th death.

Записка Алессы

Расположение: парк развлечений «Lakeside», на полу карусели после сражения с боссом.


It would be better for “myself” to die. After all, it’s nothing to be afraid of… That child…that demon… When I think of the endless pain it will bring when it is birthed…. I decided that, instead of the suffering and cruelty I endured in that sick room,… That I would like to bestow a more gentle and peaceful death on “myself.” Why do “I” resist? I never thought of “myself” as such a fool…..

Молитва к Богу

Расположение: На стене прохода, ведущего в церковь.


Stained by the evils of this world,
we hold our sorrows within us.
Only you can heal us these wounds.
Each morning, afternoon, evening
and night, we call out your name
and pray for the day of the
Miraculous Descent.

I give to you unreservedly,
my body and my eternal soul.
Whatever darkness may befall me,
I will endure with you beside me.

As proof of your miraculous power,
guide our obedient and willing souls
to the Road of Paradise, oh Lord.
We will not give in to the power of
temptation as long as we have you
in our hearts.

Oh Lord, save us with your compassion.
Oh Lord, shower us with your blessings.
Oh Lord, favor us with your abundance.

Дверь церкви

Расположение: на двери в церковь.


This door is the gate which leads to the Road to Paradise.
Embrace the bosom of the Holy Mother.
Admit your sins and be forgiven.
Eternal tranquility can be yours.

Картина «Возникновение»

Расположение: церковь, главный зал. Надпись на одной из картин.


1. Origin
In the beginning, people had nothing. Their bodies ached, and their hearts held nothing but hatred. They fought endlessly, but death never came. They despaired, stuck in the eternal quagmire.

Картина «Рождение»

Расположение: церковь, главный зал. Надпись на одной из картин.


2. Birth
A man offered a serpent to the sun and prayed for salvation. A woman offered a reed to the sun and asked for joy. Feeling pity for the sadness that had overrun the earth, God was born from those two people.

Картина «Спасение»

Расположение: церковь, главный зал. Надпись на одной из картин.


3. Salvation
God made time and divided it into day and night. God outlined the road to salvation and gave people joy. And God took endless time away from the people.

Картина «Создание»

Расположение: церковь, главный зал. Надпись на одной из картин.


4. Creation
God created beings to lead people in obedience to Her. The red god, Xuchilbara; the yellow god, Lobsel Vith; many gods and angels. Finally, God set out to create Paradise, where people would be happy just by being there.

Картина «Обещание»

Расположение: церковь, главный зал. Надпись на одной из картин.


5. Promise
But there God’s strength ran out, and She collapsed. All the world’s people grieved this unfortunate event, yet God breathed Her last. She returned to the dust, promising to come again.

Картина «Вера»

Расположение: церковь, главный зал. Надпись на одной из картин.


6. Faith
So God hasn’t been lost. We must offer our prayers and not forget our faith. We wait in hope for the day when the path to Paradise will be opened.

Портрет Святой Алессы

Расположение: церковь, колокольня. Надпись на одной из картин.


St. Alessa:
Mother of God, Daughter of God

Портрет Святого Николаса

Расположение: церковь, колокольня. Надпись на одной из картин.


St. Nicholas:
Miraculous Hands, a Doctor of God

Портрет Святой Дженнифер

Расположение: церковь, колокольня. Надпись на одной из картин.


St. Jennifer:
Unwavering Faith Under Death’s Blade

О символе культа

Расположение: церковь, 1-й этаж. В одной из комнат.


Represents the deity known as “The Halo of the Sun.” In heraldry, symbolizes a religious group. The two outer circles are charity and resurrection; the three inner circles are present, past, and future. Usually drawn in red. Occasionally drawn in black or other colors, but blue reverses the meaning into a curse on God and is therefore forbidden.

О синкретических религиях

Расположение: церковь, библиотека. На полке.


There is no religion that has remained unchanged from the moment it was founded. This one is no exception. When this religion fell into the hands of immigrants, it was deeply influenced by their own original Christian beliefs. For example, the traditional representatives of these primal gods may be given the names and descriptions of Christian angels. This shared characteristics being to appear. (There is also one rare example of the chief deity, “Creator of Paradise” or “Lord of Serpents and Reeds”, being dubbed with a demon’s name. Of course, this was not done by believers, but by their opponents.)

О Таро

Расположение: церковь, библиотека. На полке.


Tarot was based on the 22 Hebrew consonants and is said to represent the entire world. Each card, numbered 0 through 21, has a particular meaning. By reading these cards, fortunetellers predict the future. For example, the first card, “The Magician,” signifies creation, wisdom, beginnings, or destruction and fraud. The second card, “The High Priestess,” denotes intuition, harmony, faith, or dogmatism and arrogance. According to some texts, the Gardner deck had more than 22 cards. (The Gardner deck does not exist today; it is mentioned only in the literature.) It is said that these extra cards were based on lost Hebrew vowels and denoted an otherworldly, transcendental existence: i.e., God.

Книга «Законы другого мира»

Расположение: церковь, библиотека. Передаст Винсент.


This magic square, with strong protective and dispelling properties, is called the “Virun VII Crest” or the “Seal of Metraton.” It will bring results regardless of whether the target is good or evil; its strength, therefore, places a very high burden on the caster. As it is also difficult to control, it is not usually used. This is why it bears the name “Metraton,” after the angel Metatron (or Metraton), also known as the “Agent of God.”

Дневник отца

Расположение: церковь, нижний уровень, в одной из комнат. На кровати.


I sometimes have the sense even now that, that girl is a reincarnation of Alessa. I don’t worry about it much now. That’s all forgiven. You were unloved, Cheryl… Or was that Alessa? Now Cheryl is Alessa again. No matter whose reincarnation she may have been, that girl was my most beloved treasure. But that name was a mistake. At the time I thought of her only as a replacement for my lost Cheryl. When she knows the truth, will she feel bad? That’s what worries me.


Расположение: церковь, нижний уровень, в одной из комнат в виде больничной палаты. На стуле.



Red liquid or crystals resembling blood. According to the Kabbalah, the name is taken from an herb with the power to dispel evil spirits. It is said to grow in Arabian deserts. It may be vaporized or applied as a poultice to guard against demons. It is powerful, but as it is rare, it is extremely difficult to obtain.


Расположение: церковь, верхний уровень, комната в центральной области. На столе.
Примечание: кассету следует прослушать через магнитофон в комнате в южной части верхнего уровня.


Vincent: Do you know about what happened here 17 years ago? You've been here a long time. You must have heard some details.
Woman: A group of pagans, blinded by earthly desires, spit in the very face of God. They tried to use the Seal of Metatron to prevent God's awakening. But God drove the unbelievers away and threw them into the Abyss. But due to their wickedness, God was unable to be born properly. And so she has slumbered ever since in the womb of the Holy Mother. Until the time of the Awakening… That's all that I know.
Vincent: That's it, huh... Well, thanks.
Woman: Father Vincent. I heard that the Holy Mother has been found. Is it true?
Vincent: Alessa has been found? Did Claudia say that?
Woman: Yes.
Vincent: Then it must be true. Her Sight rarely fails her.
Woman: Bless the Lord!
Vincent: Maybe it's because of her great faith. But I could never be like her. I wouldn't want to.
Woman: Nor I. The truth is Sister Claudia frightens me a little.
Vincent: Well now, let's both show our faith by forgetting about this little talk. Okay?
Woman: Yes. But does that mean this land will finally be the Home of Eternal Paradise?
Vincent: If God wills it, my sister. If God wills it.

Царапины на школьной парте

Расположение: церковь, 1-й этаж, в одной из комнат в виде школьного класса. На парте.


Go home.
Drop dead.

Записная книжка К. Гордона

Расположение: церковь, 1-й этаж, в одной из комнат в виде школьного класса. На учительском столе.


There’s a girl named Alessa in my class. If your memory is any good, you may remember her. She’s the one I said they called a witch. Most likely her mother is abusing her. I’ve never seen her come in without some sort of scrape or bruise. Her expression is pitifully dark for a 6-year-old. Something like this may not be so uncommon. Rather than coming up with pointless ideas, it’s best just to watch and wait. But isn’t there something I can do to help? I’m considering consulting a lawyer, but I do have my reservations. That’s why I thought I’d ask you, my friend, for your opinion first.

K. Gordon

Жалобы верующих

Расположение: церковь, 1-й этаж, в одной из комнат.


People are starting to voice their dissatisfaction about Father Vincent using the Organization’s money for his own personal benefit. I’ve also heard rumors that Father Vincent has been extorting donations from some followers. Is he really the right person for such a position? I’m in no place to deny all he’s done to make the Organization grow. Even though we believe in God, if there were some sort of gathering, shouldn’t we be valued not for our limited talents or our talkativeness, but for the depth of our faith?


Дневник Клаудии

Расположение: церковь, 1-й этаж, в одной из комнат. На полке.


November 10
She didn’t die then; she was born. I knew that for a fact. But then why haven’t I found her yet? They were supposed to need her power to build Paradise, for the happiness of the people. She was supposed to be reborn for that. I’d really like to see her.

November 14
Read “The Book of Praise.” I want to thank Father for lending me such an invaluable book. I found what I’d been searching for in there — how to awaken God. But it’s much too cruel. Will I be able to pull it off when I see her?

November 16
I was free all day, so I read “A Modern History of Refugees” and “Young Slaves: Child Exploitation.” I don’t want to be a mere bystander in this world. I can’t do anything now, though, and that’s what’s hard.

Поздравительная открытка

Расположение: церковь, 1-й этаж, в одной из комнат. На столе.


To little Claudia,
Happy 6th birthday!
I love you as if you were my real sister. Here’s to you!

Вторая записка отца

Расположение: церковь, нижний уровень, в одной из комнат в виде детской. На столе.


She’s just beyond this door. I don’t know how, but I can sense it. But she’s not the only one there. I sense the presence of something extremely dangerous, even sickening … or maybe what they call “God”. Nevertheless, I will open the door. Enough of this idle chit-chat. “God” I’m not, but I fully intend to save her… no, them.


Расположение: церковь, нижний уровень, в одной из комнат в виде детской. На кровати.
Нормальный уровень сложности загадок:


The door sure does rattle,
but it’s struck tight.
A secret is hidden out
of your sight!
You may be thinking,
“What could it be?”
You’ll need five magic cards
if you want to see.

What to do, then,
with all these?
I’ll tell you straight
and I won’t tease—
Just as long as
you say “please”.

Now the first thing you must know
Is that there’s something in each row.
But that is not the half of it:
Three would be too hard to fit.

The upside-down man
under the ground:
To his right, to his left,
there’s no one around.
Leave him alone, though
his tears are profound.

The moon is up above the sky,
Full or crescent, floating high.
Twinkling light sits like a crown
On the head of a crazy clown.

Your Excellency,
praying to God most high
Do you think you
can tell me why
You always look up
at the night sky?

Do you have it now?
You didn’t forget?
One major point you
must not omit.
And now at the last,
before you take a whack
Here’s one more hint to
help keep you on track.

Scary and hateful, that
thing in the night
Better be careful —
it’s not on your right!
Turn to the left and
you’ll keep it in sight.

So you’ll open the door?
I’m just sure that there’ll
Be nothing beyond it but
frightening peril.
Forget about that!
Just stay and play!
Or else I’ll be left
here alone all day.

Расположение: церковь, нижний уровень, в одной из комнат в виде детской. На кровати.
Тяжёлый уровень сложности загадок:


I had a dream. In my dream,
I opened a door.
But what that really me?
I had a different name.




5 are true and 4 are lies —
and there are some fibs mixed
in with the truth.

That’s ’cause it’s scary to write only the truth.
But dreams…dreams are like lies, after all.