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Documentos Silent Hill 2
Swamp Monument: Remains of ____ Swamp
The ___ers of land surroun____ is monument was originally swamp, but was later fil____. Fr___ng ago, t_______s was nicknamed Blood Swamp because the _____ers poured the wat__ _sed to was the ex_____ols in here. Perhaps it"s fo_____hat many pe____m to have s___ _____n the area
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Newspaper from shop window: There was a HOLE here. It"s gone now.
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Memo next to corpse #1: I"m going to write everything that I"ve learned so far. Maybe that will help you out somehow. If you"re reading this, it probably means I"m already dead.
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Memo next to corpse #2: I saw those demons. They were there, I"m certain. But my friend says he didn"t see anything. If that"s true, does that mean that what I saw was an illusion ? But whether that demon that ate human beings was real, or whether it was just some kind of hallucination that my mind dreamed up... one thing I know for sure is that I"m beyond all hope.
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Memo next to corpse #3: It seems that they"re attracted to light. That"s why people who need light to see are their natural prey. They also react strongly to sound. If you want to go on living, you"d be better off just sitting in the dark and staying quiet. But even that probably won"t save you.
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Memo next to corpse #4: If you"re going to try to fight them, the most important thing is to relax. It"s dangerous to fire a gun while you"re all crazy with fear. Take good aim, and then squeeze the trigger. And don"t forget to finish them off. I think most of those creatures can be killed, even if they are tougher than people.
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Memo next to corpse #5: Run away.
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Memo next to corpse #6: Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away!
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Wall scratches: Henry. Mildred. Scott.
Three different sizes, time on the run: Three different sizes, time on the run. Three young men circlin" round the sun. Henry is short and very, very slow, Scott can"t stop, he"s always on the go.
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Article about murder incident
The police announced today that Walter Sullivan, who was arrested on the 18th of this month for the brutal murder of Billy Locane and his sister Miriam, committed suicide in his jail cell early on the morning of the 22nd.
According to the police statement, Sullivan used a soup spoon to stab himself in the neck, severing his carotid artery. By the time the guard discovered him, Sullivan was dead from blood loss, the spoon buried two inches in his neck.
An old schoolmate of Walter Sullivan"s from his hometown of Pleasant River said "He didn"t look like the type of guy who would kill kids. But I do remember that just before they arrested him he was blurting out all sorts of strange stuff like "He"s trying to kill me. He"s trying to punish me. The monster... the red devil. Forgive me. I did it, but it wasn"t me!"
The schoolmate then added "I guess now that I think of it, he was kinda crazy."
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Dear Tim
Dear Tim, I have to run an errand so I"m going out.
I left the house key with Uncle David (You know where he lives, don"t you ?
The key is in the room near the first floor staircase.). I"ll be back as soon as I can, so please watch the place while I"m gone.
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To the right is the lady
To the right is the lady. To the left is the old one.
In the center crawls the other.
Now just two spaces remain, but fear not for now, the puzzle is done, the puzzle is done.
Three bright coins in five holes be: Three bright coins in five holes be. At one end sits the seducer of she. The wind from behind, the woman doth play. The formless one, null, lies furthest from they. The old one beside the serpent sits not. "Tis to the prisoner"s left that he doth rot.
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In memory of the sixty seven who died: In memory of the sixty seven who died of illness and now sleep beneath the lake.
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"Lost Memories" Book
The name comes from the legend of the people whose land was stolen from them.
They call this place "The Place of the Silenced Spirits." By "Spirits," they meant not only their dead relatives, but also the spirits that they believed inhabited the trees, rocks and water around them.
According to legend, this was where the holiest ceremonies took place.
But it was not the ancestors of those who now live in this town that first stole the land from these people. There were others who came before.
In those days, this town went by another name. But that name is now hopelessly lost in the veils of time.
All we know is that there was another name, and that for some reason the town was once abandoned by it"s residents.
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Patient record
[Jack Davis]
He has attempted suicide three times in the past for reasons unknown. Although he is normally a model patient who follows doctor"s and nurse"s orders, he must be watched closely due to his past pattern of sudden and violent suicide attempts.
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His illness seems to be rooted in the fact that he believes he is guilty of causing his daughter"s death. His symptoms suggest a psychotic break and paranoid delusions. Normally calm, but has a tendency towards violence when excited.
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[Joshua Lewis]
History of hospitalization as well as numerous assault, battery and other violent offenses. He has a strong persecution complex and a tendency to solve things through violence. Extreme caution necessary.
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Doctor"s journal
The potential for this illness exists in all people and, under the right circumstances, any man or woman would be driven, like him, to "the other side."
The "other side" perhaps may not be the best way to phrase it. After all, there is no wall between here and there. It lies on the borders where reality and unreality intersect. It is a place both close and distant.
Some say it isn"t even an illness. I cannot agree with them. I"m a doctor, not a philosopher or even a psychiatrist.
But sometimes I have to ask myself this question. It"s true that to us his imaginings are nothing but the inventions of a busy mind. But to him, there simply is no other reality. Furthermore, he is happy there.
So why, I ask myself, why in the name of healing him must be drag him painfully into the world of our own reality?
(Something else is written by hand)
I got the key from Joseph. It"s probably the key to that box.
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Number written on the whiteboard: 3rd floor patient wing hall - 7335.
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Imprint on carbon paper: i know it i know the number of the box(o numero muda a cada jogo) it can"t help him anymore the button key doesnt scare me so nobody can stop who i am i dont know who i am is who i am is who i am is.
Tern tern tern the numbers: Tern tern tern the numbers. Better not forget them, so I"ll right them down here. The other one, my secret name.
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Diary from roof
May 9.
Rain. Stared out the window all day. Peaceful here - nothing to do. Still not allowed to go outside.
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May 10.
Still raining. Talked with the doctor a little. Would they have saved me if I didn"t have a family to feed? I know I"m pathetic, weak. Not everyone can be strong.
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May 11.
Rain again. The meds made me feel sick today. If I"m only better when I"m drugged, then who am I anyway?
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May 12.
Rain as usual. I don"t want to cause any more trouble for anyone, but I"m a bother either way. Can it really be a such a sin to run instead of fight?
Some people may say so, but they don"t have to live in my shoes. It may be selfish, but it"s what I want. It"s too hard like this. It"s just too hard...
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May 13.
It"s clear outside. The doctors have told me I"ve been released - that I"ve got to go home.
Joseph: If Joseph looks calm, he can be taken out of his cell.
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I"ll take care of you four ever. It"s my destiny!
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The basement"s basement: I was locked up inside the basement"s basement. It was so small and dark and I was so afraid. I dropped my precious ring. But I will never, ever go back there.
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She is an angel
She is an angel no one knows only I can see the Lady of the Door they cannot walk along her Bridge of Thread they fall from the weight of their crimes.
Like bloated and ugly corpses their sins she devours them son and sinner alike she saves me she is an angel.
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I took the direckter"s key: I took the direckters"s key - the one to the mooseum. I hid it behind the preying woman when I went out for the day trip. I picked it up but I did not steal it. I"m not a krimminal.
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There"s a letter and a wrench
He who is not bold enough to be stared at from across the abyss is not bold enough to stare into is himself.
The truth can only be learned by marching forward.
Follow the map. There"s a letter and a wrench.
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The key is in the park
Or perhaps you are a fool. The truth usually betrays people.
A part of that abyss is in the old society.
The key to the society is in the park. At the foot of the praying woman, inside of the ground, inside of a box. To open it, I need a wrench.
My patient buried it there. I knew, but did nothing. It made me uneasy to have such a thing near. I wasn"t looking for the truth, I was looking for tranquility.
I also saw that thing. I fled, but the museum was sealed as well. Now no one dares to approach that place.
If you still do not wish to stop, James, I pray to the Lord to have mercy on your eternal soul.
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Words written on the wall: If you really want to see Mary, you should just die. But you might be heading to a different place than Mary, James.
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Waterfront landscape: "Waterfront Landscape"
Allen Smith (Date of birth and death unknown)
A scene of this area from long ago. From the style, it looks like it was done sometime around 1820.
There were a lot fewer people then, and only a handful of buildings.
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Pyramid Head painting: "Misty day, remains of the Judgment"
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Brookhaven Hospital: Brookhaven Hospital (1880)
This hospital was built in response to a great plague that followed a wave of immigration to this area.
It was originally little more than a shack, but it gradually grew and grew.
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Prisoner note: September 11, 1820. Prisoner number: C-221.
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Painting 1, from cell: Burning Man
Painting 2, from cell: Woman in Flight
Painting 3, from cell: 436 People at a Recital
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Prison guard"s diary
Prisoner"s do not feel remorse. In fact, they do not feel themselves to be villans at all.
Even the most uneducated brute will use what little words he knows to justify himself.
In such trifling dreams they have, flourishing even in the darkness. Prisoners, too, are no exceptions.
No matter how foul nor loathsome one"s own life and existance may be, human nature is abiding.
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Legend of the Lake
Toluca Lake, the town"s main tourist attraction. This clear, beautiful lake has another side as well.
It may seem like just a typical ghost story that you might find in any number of old town across the country. But in this case, the legend is true.
On a fog-bound November day in 1918, the Little Baroness, a ship filled with tourists, failed to return to port.
A newspaper article from back then simply says "It most likely sunk for some reason." Despite an extensive police search, not a single fragment of the ship nor any of the 14 bodies of passengers or crew has ever been recovered to this day. In 1939, an even stranger incident occurred.
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(There are many pages torn out)
Many corpses rest at the bottom of this lake. Their bony hands reach up towards the boats that pass overhead. Perhaps they reach for their comrades.
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Blood-soaked newspaper
The bo___f a man later identified as Thomas Oro___ Lumberjack, ag_ 39) was discovered in the _________om lying fa____.
The probable cause of dea___as multiple stab wounds to the front of the neck and the left side of the torso by a sharp edged weapon. The estimated ___e of death was somewhere between 11:00 p.___nd 12:30 midnight.
Due to signs of struggle in the room and the lack of a murder weapon, police are cons_ering this a homicide and have opened a murder investigation.
Furthermore, given the fact that the cash in the room was untouched and Mr. Oro____ad a history of drunkenness and violence, the polic____ect that t____tive was not robbery ________ of crime o____ion.
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Please someone save me
He commited an evil crime. He turned a happy home into a pile of ash. For that, he should die.
They also committed crimes. They tried to fraud and trick others. So their reward too is natural.
Even he cannot be forgiven, my friend without his left hand. And so his death bothers me not.
And what of him? He also is not sinless. There is only one here who is innocent.
The missing child was nowhere to be found, and so there was no proof of his guilt. His death was a tragedy.
That is all I wish to say. IT was neither justice nor retribution.
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Receptionist memo: Mr. James Sunderland. The videotape you forgot here is being kept in the office on the 1st floor.
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"Crimson Ceremony" Book
Speak. I am the Crimson One. The lies and the mist are not they but I.
You all know that I am One. Yes, and the One is I. Believers hearken to me!
Twenty score men and seven thousand beasts. Heed my words and speaketh them to all, that they shall ever be obeyed even under the light of the proud and merciless sun.
I shall bring down bitter vengeance upon thee and thou shalt suffer my eternal wrath. The beauty of the withering flower and the last struggles of the dying man, they are my blessings.
Thou salt ever call upon me and all that is me in the place that is silent. Oh, proud fragrance of life which flies towards the heart. Oh, Cup which brims with the whitest of wine, it s in thee that all begins.
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aura"s letter
My dearest Laura, I"m leaving this letter with Rachel to give to you after I"m gone.
I"m far away now. In a quiet, beautiful place.
Please forgive me for not saying goodbye before I left.
Be well, Laura.
Don"t be too hard on the sisters.
And Laura, about James.. I know you hate him because you think he isn"t nice to me, but please give him a chance.
It"s true he may be a little surly sometimes, and he doesn"t laugh much. But underneath he"s really a sweet person.
Laura.. I love you like my very own daughter.
If things had worked out differently, I was hoping to adopt you.
Happy 8th birthday, Laura.
Your friend forever, Mary.
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FIIIIIIIM
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