The town of Silent Hill sits quietly among the mountains. The stores sit empty, the streets vacant, and cars lay about as if frozen in time. Ash falls from the sky like a sweet winter's snow. As you step down these streets, your footfalls’ echo is your only company ... but there is something else. Down an alley nearby there is a scratching. As you draw closer, a low, strained moan lends accompaniment. Your first thought is that someone is in distress, but finding the source of these sounds reveals otherwise. You are staring into the face if something horrible … something not right … and it is lurching toward you.