Memos

Remains of _____ Swamp

The _____ers of land surroun____
__is monument was originally
swamp, but was later fil____

Fr_____ng ago, t___________s
nicknamed Blood Swamp because
the _________ers poured the wat__
_sed to wash the ex__________ols
in here.

Perhaps it's fo_______________hat
many pe________m to have s___
________n the area.

Fully-legible version:

Remains of Blood Swamp

The x meters of land surrounding
this monument was originally
swamp, but was later filled in.

From long ago, the swamp was
nicknamed Blood Swamp because
the executioners poured the water
used to wash the execution tools
in here.

Perhaps it's for that reason that
many people seem to have seen
ghosts in the area.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Run away.

[map with "?" labelled at the top of Martin Street]

Henry
Mildred
Scott

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.

Three needles stand of
three different heights.
The fat, the tall and the thin.
From slow to fast they
move to the right.
Scott rests not on three,
but fifteen.

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."

Welcome to Silent Hill!

Silent Hill, a quiet 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

# # >> # # << # # >> # #

(# - number, roman numeral or letter, depending on riddle difficulty)

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.

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

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

First lies the seat of
He who is Peerless
Silent and empty,
heartless and fearless
Beside him sits one who knows
The place of the servant is
next to the throne

Dozens of feet,
yet not a single toe
The One that is Hidden
beside him doth go
Seducer of dreams,
creature of Hades
Lying further from
Man and closer to Lady

Man and Woman seeing all
Heedless to the Raven's call

Silent and Hidden the two may be
They be not there for you to see

Return them to whence
they would be
And blessing shall
descend on thee

I speak thus with
the North Star behind me
The birth of the sun is
the start of the story

Like coins in the hazy
aether tossed
Our souls must by
their sinful weight
Descend to earth
with lightness lost

To "right" the sins
that they hath laid
When thrice in falling they intone
Then Happiness shall be thy own

The first note be not by
the Horned One rung
Though it be there that
all sins be sprung

The Bringer of Life and
the Bringer of Shame
The sins of the latter be
ever more tame

Though coming
in the Aged One's wake
The Formless One's soul
in fear doth quake

The Needless One, silent,
with hungers all sated
Is least then in sin
with his lusts all abated

For the gravest of sinners
His place be appointed
And if he be lucky
May his soul be anointed

[Map with circle around Pete's-Bowl-O-Rama]

[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.

[Joseph Barkin]

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.

[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.

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 we 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.

3rd floor patient wing hall - 7335

The pin number this month is
"T". Last month it was "X"
and before that it was "Z."
But what are they going to
do next month? That's all they
can express with 4 numbers.

Anyway does the door to the
Patient Wing really need to have
its combination changed this
often?

Easy/Normal Riddle Level

i know it i know the number of
the box # # # # it cant help
him anymore the button key
doesnt scare me so nobody
can stop who i am i don't know
who i am is who i am is who
i am is

[# - randomized number]

Hard/Extra Riddle Level

i know it the secret i'll give them
something to deal with this demon
shelter is of no use any more he is
my instrument he must follow my
orders yes, the box will be useless

now i must not forget it # # # #
that's good he is the lowest now
i too will be free and he will serve
me i am a genius no one can stop
me one can stop me no one can
stop me can stop can stop no no

[# - randomized number]

Louise
I'll take care of you four ever.
It's my destiny!

May 9
Rain.
Stared out the window all day.
Peaceful here - nothing to do.
Still not allowed to go outside.

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.

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?

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....

May 13
It's clear outside.
The doctors told me I've been
released - that I've got to go
home.
I -----------------

[random four-digit code on wall above writing]

Tern tern tern the numbers
better not forget them
So I'll right them down here
The other one, my secret name

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.

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
sin and sinner alike she saves
me she is an angel.

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.

He who is not bold enough
to be stared at from across
the abyss is not bold enough
to stare into it himself.

The truth can only be learned
by marching forward.

Follow the map.
There's a letter and a wrench.

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.

If you really want to see Mary,
you should just die.

But you might be heading to
a different place than Mary, James.

Note: the above is what is captioned, however the following is the exact representation of the words 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.

"Misty day,
remains of the Judgment"

"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.

Burning Man

Woman in Flight

436 People at a Recital

I give you blood to atone
for the Three Sins.

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 towns
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.

(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.

Prisoners do not feel remorse.
In fact, they do not feel themselves
to be villains at all. Even the most
uneducated brute will use what
little words he knows to justify
himself.

And such trifling dreams they
have, flourishing even in the
darkness. Prisoners, too, are
no exception.

No matter how foul nor loathsome
one's own life and existence may
be, human nature is abiding.

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.

Fully-legible version:

The body of a man later identified
as Thomas Orosco, Lumberjack,
age 39) was discovered in the
middle of the room lying face up.

The probable cause of death was
multiple stab wounds to the front
of the neck and the left side of
the torso by a sharp edged
weapon. The estimated time of
death was somewhere between
11:00 p.m. and 12:30 midnight.

Due to signs of struggle in the
room and the lack of a murder
weapon, police are considering
this a homicide and have
opened a murder investigation.

Furthermore, given the fact that
the cash in the room was
untouched and Mr. Orosco had
a history of drunkenness and
violence, the police suspect that
the motive was not robbery but
some sort of crime of passion.

He committed 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.

Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men
do you see?
Tongue turned blue and
face gone grey
Watch them as they
twist and sway

The first one killed
the butcher man
Then cooked him in
the frying pan
Served him to his hungry guests
And gave them seconds on request

The next one with his smile
and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold them into slavery

Breaking into a home at night
The thief he had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
Woke in the morn
in the county jail

The artist with his daunting skill
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in rain he was undone
When the ink he'd use did
start to run

With promises of great return
Taking gold he did not earn
Bundled it up out of sight
Quietly slipped off into night

Three houses into ashes burned
The sheriff with no place to turn
Did spy a stranger to his town
Locked him up and beat him down

Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men
do you see?
Six feet long and
six men wide
Round their necks
the noose be tied

I do not wish to die.
But tomorrow I will climb
the thirteen steps.

Please someone - answer me,
Why must I die come the morning?

The man imprisoned beside me
believed me. "Because they're
all insane, that's why," he said.
Of course I know his opinion
will change nothing. "Now you
know why I struck out at them,"
he muttered.

The man who was executed
yesterday, the one who had
said his job was to sell dreams,
said that was not true.

But the man who is to be executed
the day after tomorrow for stealing
children shouted back that it was
true.

The man who was hung today
did not answer. "They'll kill me
either way," he said. He was
caught embezzling public money,
so he hasn't any hope for mercy.

The man who is always quietly
smiling to himself said "I am
happy for I will soon be with her."

I do not wish to die.
I long only to return home.
But I know it is not to be.
Though I have done nothing, this
crime has been thrust upon me.

Someone save me. This is not
judgement. They are bloodthirsty
and I am their sacrificial lamb!

We may visit death upon the head
of the sinner but to what avail?

In the name of retribution,
we took part in a bitter
comedy this day.

You, hanging as you do,
by your neck,
Unforgiven and cursed by all.

Five of them committed crimes,
six went out for a drink and
were captured there.

Only one of them was innocent,
but they knew not that.

The bloodstains remaining
are proof of their guilt.
Trodden upon and thus created,
they are the paths to
Hell or the Void.

The white bandages stained
with crimson,
The remains upon the scorched
black earth,
The whispered cries of
the maiden.
They are but a meaningless
contract.

They are also signs of guilt.

But one of them was
done without reason.
It was done out of fear
and a ripe imagination.

Spinning alone at the
end of a rope,
it is nothing less than
a disgrace to us all.

Mr. James Sunderland,
The videotape you forgot here
is being kept in the office on
the 1st floor.

[random four-letter code word]

"The Road to Tomorrow"

The first step to a healthy
life is to avoid illness. That
may sound obvious, but it's
also very important.
Instead of working to heal
yourself after you're sick,
it's better to avoid getting
sick in the first place.

Also you have to maintain a
positive, optimistic outlook on
life. It's no use worrying over
things that have happened in
the past.

You've got to get outside and
play in the fresh air once in a
while, instead of just sitting
inside reading difficult books.

"How to be a Happy Couple"

Do you really love her?
In sickness and in health?
If you truly love her, then you
must act. It all depends on how
hard you fight for her.

Whatever happens, don't give up.
Always try just one more time.
Even though there may be hard
times, never turn to another
woman.

And if it comes to it, you must
be willing to protect her with your
very life. After all, true love means
a willingness to sacrifice.

Be true to your heart and with
luck, things will work out in the
end.

"Choosing Death"

When life is filled with nothing
but despair, some people choose
to end it all.
I once chose that path for
myself as well.
At the time I felt that I had no
other choices.

After I made my decision, it
became the only thing binding
me into this world.
Sometimes I would cry to myself
while thinking of the past, but
mostly all I did was plan over and
over again how and when I was
going to kill myself.

I did stupid, dangerous things.
I figured it didn't matter since
I was going to die anyway, so
I went out of my way to invite
disaster.
I stopped taking to people and
it didn't bother me even when
friendships grew distant.

In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
Silent Hill.

You promised you'd take me
there again someday.
But you never did.

Well I'm alone there now...
In our "special place"...

Waiting for you...

The name comes from the legend
of the people whose land was
stolen from them.

They called this place "The Place
of the Silent 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 its residents.

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

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 shalt 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 is in thee that all begins.

In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
Silent Hill.

You promised you'd take me
there again someday.
But you never did.

Well I'm alone there now...
In our "special place"...

Waiting for you...

Waiting for you to
come to see me.

But you never do.

And so I wait, wrapped in my
cocoon of pain and loneliness.

I know I've done a terrible
thing to you. Something you'll
never forgive me for.

I wish I could change
that, but I can't.

I feel so pathetic and ugly
laying here, waiting for you...

Every day I stare up at the cracks
in the ceiling and all I can think
about is how unfair it all is...

The doctor came today.
He told me I could go
home for a short stay.

It's not that I'm getting better.
It's just that this may be
my last chance...

I think you know what I mean...

Even so, I'm glad to be coming
home. I've missed you terribly.

But I'm afraid James.
I'm afraid you don't really
want me to come home.

Whenever you come see me,
I can tell how hard it is on you...

I don't know if you
hate me or pity me...
Or maybe I just disgust you....

I'm sorry about that.

When I first learned that
I was going to die, I just
didn't want to accept it.

I was so angry all the time and I
struck out at everyone I loved most.
Especially you, James.

That's why I understand
if you do hate me.

But I want you to
know this, James.

I'll always love you.

Even though our life together had
to end like this, I still wouldn't
trade it for the world. We had
some wonderful years together.

Well this letter has gone on
too long so I'll say goodbye.

I told the nurse to give
this to you after I'm gone.

That means that as you read
this, I'm already dead.

I can't tell you to remember me,
but I can't bear for you to
forget me.

These last few years since I
became ill...I'm so sorry for
what I did to you, did to us...

You've given me so much and
I haven't been able to return
a single thing.

That's why I want you to live
for yourself now.
Do what's best for you, James.

James...

You made me happy.

[Once the videotape is inserted into the VCR of room 312 of Lake View Hotel, the following plays]

[Mary walks into the frame.]

Mary: Are you taping again?
C'mon...

[She sits down in a chair by the window and looks outside.]

Mary: I don't know why, but I just
love it here.

It's so peaceful.

You know what I heard?

This whole area used to be a
sacred place.

I think I can see why.

It's too bad we have to leave...

Please promise you'll take me
again, James.

[Mary starts to cough and puts her head down as if she's embarrassed.]

[Static erupts over the screen and the video image flickers. After a while we see Mary on her sickbed through the high volume of snow on the screen.

It's hard to see through the static, but we see James approach her and lean over the bed for a moment.

Suddenly, he snatches her pillow from underneath her head, while the video image flickers back and forth from other parts of the video. James smothers her as she flails about, struggling for her life.

After a few moments, she stops moving and the video cuts to only static.]

I'll wait at "BAR Neely's"

The door that wakes in darkness,
opening into nightmares.

"Searching for Another
Conclusion"

The scars from the past shall
remove the nail that stops Time.

Rosewater Park

Patrick Chester, son of Edward.
He fought and died for the people,
for liberty and for all of our
tomorrows.
His memory lives on.

In memory of the sixty seven
who died of illness and now sleep
beneath the lake.

Victim of persecution
by t__________ans.
Jenni___ Carroll lived
with pride and honor.
What happened here
shall never be forgotten.

Fully-legible version:

Victim of persecution
by the Christians
Jennifer Carroll lived
with pride and honor.
What happened here
shall never be forgotten.

Lakeview Hotel

Silent Hill Historical Society

Lakeview Hotel

Heaven's Night

Jacks Inn

Pete's Bowl-O-Rama

Heaven's Night

Food only! Do not store drugs!

If Joseph looks calm, he can be
taken out of his cell.

Silent Hill Historical Society

Wiltse Coal Mine

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.

September 11, 1820
Prisoner number: C-221

Crimson and White Banquet
for the Gods

Death by Skewering

An execution at the prison.
Death by Skewering or Strangling.
To choose his death is the
prisoner's last taste of freedom.

Toluca Prison Camp

Built during the Civil War.
Later became Toluca Prison.

"Black Magic from the Abyss"
"Resurrection of the Dead"

"The Chronicle of Agrippa"
"Manuscript of the Iron Rings"

"On Sacrifice and the Art of
Demon-Summoning"
"Tome of the Seer"

"The Feast of the Succubi"
"The Fallen Angels of Mercy
and Favor"

This man was hung for the
crime of counterfeiting. Justice
and revenge have been served.

This man was hung for the
crime of kidnapping. Justice and
revenge have been served.

This man was hung for the
crime of thievery. Justice and
revenge have been served.

This man was hung for the
crime of bodily injury. Justice
and revenge have been served.

This man was hung for the
crime of arson. Justice and
revenge have been served.

This man was hung for the
crime of swindling. Justice and
revenge have been served.

Only the sinless one
can help you here.
Mistakenly pull on
a criminal's rope and
your reward will be returned
to you in a shape most
wondrously strange.

Note: the above is what is captioned, however the message seen on the sign in the game is completely different.

NOTICE!

Pull ye but once on a rope's trayed end
Go and return and the error be mended
Beware thee though the punishment sended

Note: "trayed" is a typo and should read "strayed"

This felon drank one last
bottle of ale before he was executed
and laid here to his eternal rest.

Walter Sullivan

Miriam K. -"Traitor"

James Sunderland

Angela Orosco

Eddie Dombrowski

WARNING
KEEP OFF

[written in handwriting inside the box of room 312 on the map]

Waiting for you...

Venus tears

Weight allowance: one person

"I'm Johnny, one hot guy."

Easy Riddle Level

When the Lost One is returned
the sour note shall turn sweet.

Normal Riddle Level

Seat of the Princess
who fled at midnight.

Seat of the Princess
who awoke from Death.

Seat of the Princess
who spoke no words.

Hard/Extra Riddle Level

Twas shameful greed did stain
her shoe with blood.

Even so, I still want to believe
that she was happy.

Beauty - Both a blessing
and a curse thou be.

Along with you died joy.
All that remains is despair and a
future of meaningless tomorrows.

But I will never give up.
One, to see your
beautiful smile again.
One, to beg the
blessings of the Gods.
I wait for that day.

When the boards cover all
All sadness too will be covered
But until my dreams
return to reality
I will have to swallow
all the pain.

Acacia

A genus of evergreen trees of the
mimosa tribe of the pea family.
Its tiny flowers are yellow or white
and grow in clusters. Common
varieties include the "gum tree".

The Acacia Tree is a potent symbol
in many religions across the World.
In Christianity it represents eternal
life and morality.

In ancient Egypt it represented
purity and rebirth, while in ancient
Babylonia it was thought of as the
tree of the Goddess Ishtar and was
a symbol of Life.

It was also a holy tree to the
Ancient Jews who built the sacred
Ark of the Covenenant from it and
for whom it signified a peaceful
death and a release from grief.

Note: In the last paragraph, the word "Covenenant" is a spelling error; it should read "Covenant"]

"Lost Memories"

I have the strongest trust - you may
even call it faith - in the miracle
called "Ressurection of the Dead".

Upon the hill where
the light descended,
the Beast intoned his song.
With words of blood,
drops of mist and
the vessel of night,
the grave become an open field.

The people wept in fear and joy
at the reunion, but my faith in the
salvation of Xuchilpaba did not
waver.

It is also spoken of in the ancient
legends. The original worshippers
did not believe that death was the
end but that it was simply the path
by which the deceased returned to
nature. They also believed the
process was reversible.

(There's something imprinted
towards the bottom of the page.)

Blood = Red,
Mist = White,
Night = Black

Note: In the first paragraph, the word "Ressurection" is a spelling error; it should read "Resurrection"

[Written on back of board]

When the White Breath is found,
I shall dedicate this thing.
Oh Spirit of the Mist,
Grant us fortune eternal.

[Written on back of board]

When the Dark Grail is found,
I shall dedicate this thing.
You who deny Death,
Grant us fortune eternal.

[Written on back of board]

When the Crimson Words are found,
I shall dedicate this thing.
Oh you Gods deep in slumber,
Grant us fortune eternal.

TO MY DEAREST DADDY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
FROM AMY BALDWIN

Heaven's Night

Amy Baldwin

She was loved too much by God.
Seven years was not enough time.

Keep out of Haunted Mansion