Its spooky season and I Finally remembered to post these!
A couple years ago I was given the honor to do the panels for Silent Ponyville 4 Chapter 3 Auto reading.
Unfortunately The project fell through and these where Scraped.
I wanted to wait till the video came out to share these but sense well, the chaper never came out I tried to post them around Halloween but forgot until now.
I had alot of fun doing these and looked forward to doing more but alas it did not happen. I am still very pleased with these and was just happy to be given the opportunity.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Silent Ponyville Created and written by @samrosemodblog
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Don’t do it, cause she’ll know if you do. That’ll end poorly. #traditionalart #inkedart #occharacter #creepypasta #creepypastaoc #sallywilliams #sallycreepypasta #silenthill #silenthillau #silenthillsally #sallyplaywithme
Something always happened, It was one thing or another, but something good was always beaten down by terrible people, random mistakes, or just plain dumb luck.
This was something new entirely.
As Squall took a step outside Rinoa began to frantically look at their maps, their travel books, everything she could to possibly make sense of this. “Yes I’m sure! The GPS said-” She was cut off by the static coming from their radio. The nice song that was playing before had now been distorted in awful static and Rinoa quickly turned off the radio in response.
Suddenly she felt uncomfortable. Rinoa looked down at their GPS, the screen now fuzzy and completely unreadable. The uneasiness she felt became worse, causing Rinoa to roll down her window and call out
"Squall? Can… Can we just get out here? We can turn around and-I just really don’t want to be here right now."
"...." Squall was quiet as he leaned against the car. He thought of the directions they'd taken, and with a look of annoyance tried to figure out where they'd gotten off the route set by the GPS.
He pulled out his cellphone, frowning at the no service symbol and his battery at 22%. He'd just charged it before they'd left.
Something was seriously weird and he was tense as he glanced at the thick fog all around them.
"Squall?"
Squall looked down at Rinoa, feeling uneasy in the fog. "Yeah, we'll just... turn around." He said softly, looking around one last time. He climbed back into the car and looked at her with a small smile, "Great start to our roadtrip huh?"
He turned the key, the engine coughing once, then twice before sputtering and dying.
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...
“Wh-what the hell?” Lautrec stuttered to himself as tried to understand what was happening. As he continued forward, Lautrec couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched by someone… But all questioning thoughts left his mind as he turned the corner and saw her. She was wearing her wedding dress, the pure white gown and veil that looked like freshly fallen snow. She always looked beautiful in that dress…. As Lautrec stare onwards, she began to walk away gracefully, as if she was gliding over the dirty wooden floors. “Wait! Anna!” Lautrec called out after the figure, but she paid him no mind, continuing towards the open door, closing it behind her. Not wanting to loose her, Lautrec broke out into a sprint. Opening the door, he ran down the stairs and burst through the door leading into… his hallway again. It was the same, but different as well. Numerous bottles could be seen cluttering the corners of the hallway and dressers. Turning back, Lautrec tried to open the door that was open merely moments before to no avail. Swallowing his fear, Lautrec began to once again cautiously walk down his hallway, past the faded photos of his loved ones, and slowly peaked his head around the corner to see
Nothing. The entrance hall seemed absolutely normal, the foyer’s hanging chandelier bright and welcoming as always. Sighing with relief, Lautrec allowed his eyes to wander back down the hallway, setting his sights upon the two framed shotels. They were a gift from his late grandfather, who Lautrec was also named after. He was always fascinated by ancient weapons and the ingenuity that the people had. The weapon was created as a way to dismount mounted invaders and to get around opponents shields. Its was crude yet elegant at the same time…
No, he had to focus. This was important. Lautrec spied his old radio that he kept by the door and grabbed it from the desk, trying to turn it on. If anything could bring him back to reality, it could be the evening news. Sputtering to life, the radio began to drone out its familiar tone.
Breaking news. A police report of a domestic violence incident in the suburbs of *SKRII* The man was found hanging in the foyer. His pregnant wife was found in their hallway bathroom, tongue sliced out and stomach disemboweled. The man seemed to have written messages over the houses walls and in different notebooks. He seemingly killed his family with a pair of *SKRIIiiiiiifssssss* The radio died with a whimper and left Lautrec to his own thoughts. But he wasn’t alone for long. Out of the corner of his eye, the door that he already entered before brushed open with a low and soft creak.
Lautrec dropped the now useless radio to the ground as he reluctantly inched towards the door. He didn't want to face whatever lied in wait for him, but he couldn’t just stay here. There HAD to be an end eventually. Right? Each wooden stair creaked as if in pain as Lautrec cautiously stepped down each one until he reached that door. Taking a breath to ready himself, Lautrec grabbed the door handle, pushed, and entered once again into his side hallway.
The corridor was incased in darkness, the only light was the soft green glow emitting from the small alarm clock on the dresser. As Lautrec approached the corner again, he heard the faint whimpering coming from the bathroom door. As he got closer, the whimpering slowly turned into loud sobbing, sobbing that Lautrec recognized. He tried to open the door, but it was seemingly locked. However Lautrec continued to try the knob over and over again, each one more panicked than the last. “Anna!! Anna! Please, open the door!” Lautrec called out to her, pounding on the door as if he could convince her with more noise. “Listen to me!! I’m here for you, Anna! Please, Anna!!” He continued to call her name, begging her name, but all he got in return was more sobbing, sobbing that seem to get louder and more shrill. “Anna! Why aren't you opening this door? Don't you love me, Anna? I love you! Please Anna, don't leave me here! I need you Anna! ANNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” Lautrec’s last cry was met with a sudden shrill scream, a loud horrible noise that cause him to fall to his knees, covering his ears in pain. And then, as quickly as it began, the screaming stopped. And the house was deathly quiet except for the quiet creak of the opening door….
