Silent Hill 3 (PS2)
Bookstore Memo (Normal Riddle Level)
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Put these books out of order.
Bookstore Memo (Hard Riddle Level)
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
Still amidst lies, though the end
cometh not, wherefore yearn
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.
Ticket machine newspaper
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 indentity is still
unknown. He wa approximately
40 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall,
and was wearing a black jacket.
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
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...
About the monster in the water
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
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
Photo on chair
[Photo of Heather]
Find the Holy One.
Picture in the gallery
Flame Purifies All
By these remains may a person
find the road to Paradise.
"Thus one's life turns to riches"
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?
Fairy tale, Beginning
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
appraoch the gates.
Everyone was stuck inside
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
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
Fairy tale, continued
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
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,
The monster grew very angry at
this and attacked her, killing her
with a single mighty blow.
Fairy tale, Last Part
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
The priestess opened her eyes just
as she had done every morning of
her life. She went once more to the
"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.
Silent Hill Tourist Information
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
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
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
Editor: Roger Widmark
About Leonard and Stanley
Presenting mild audiovisual
hallucinations, emotional instability,
Suspect mild schizophrenia.
Will continue observation.
Basically calm and cooperative with
a strong sense of justice.
However, according to reports,
becomes very violent when
Usually passive and cowardly;
Sometimes shows and acts on
obsessive attachment to a
This has caused violent incidents;
2F east hall memo (Normal Riddle Level)
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
2F east hall memo (Hard Riddle Level)
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---
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.
like drilling a hole.
And what would it feel like?
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
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.
The start time is my key.
Memo about the corpse
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
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).
Photo - Backside of shelf
(# - number)
"Hope House" article
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
Hope House is managed by the
"Silent Hill Smile Support Society,"
a charity organization sometimes
It's true that 4S is a well-respected
charity that "takes in poor children
without homes and raises them with
But at its heart, it is a heathen
organization that teaches its own
warped dogma in lieu of good
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
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
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
Stanley's diary (Visiting room)
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
Ah, I can already see your
Stanley's diary (Room 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
How cute you are, Heather!
Stanley's diary (East hall)
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's diary (Staircase)
I also like the rooftop.
It makes me want to fly.
Stanley's diary (Room M4)
There was a tattooed guy
on that rumpled bed.
Not any more, though.
That alarm clock and filthy bag
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's diary (Room S7)
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.
The Song of the Sparrow
Who killed Cock Robin?
"The Sparrow," they said
"He wants them all dead
To him, honey-sweet is
The Song of the Owl
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
The Song of the Thrush
The grass the Thrush so loved to eat
Gave him sweet happiness
He sank ever deeper and finally fell
To destruction and fatal distress
The Song of Cock Robin
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
The Song of the Lark
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
The Song of the Dove
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
The Song of the Linnet
He seeks out her soul by his own
Frightening her out of her wits
Whispering love songs into her ear
What cruel Linnet wants, he gets
The Song of the Rook
The black Rook is the praying sort
Who hears the gods in the skies
His whispered petitions go on
And glassy and dim are his eyes
The Song of the Wren
The Wren, with pure heart as
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
The Song of the Kite
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
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
Day room notebook
The world is teeming with
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.
Book: Lost Memories
One characteristic, mentioned only
in rare documents and dying out in
the modern age, is that of the ritual
"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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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
Why do "I" resist? I never thought
of "myself" as such a fool.....
This door is the gate which leads to
the Road to Paradise.
Embrace the bosom of the
Admit your sins and be forgiven.
Eternal tranquility can be yours.
Myth - "4. Creation"
God created beings to lead people
in obedience to Her.
The red god, Xuchilbara;
the yellow go, Lobsel Vith;
many gods and angels. Finally,
God set out to create Paradise,
where people would be happy
just by being there.
Myth - "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.
Myth - "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.
St. Alessa portrait
Mother of God, Daughter of God
St. Nicholas portrait
Miraculous Hands, a Doctor of God
St. Jennifer portrait
Unwavering Faith Under
About syncretic religions
There is no religion that has
remained unchanged from the
moment it was founded.
This one is no execption.
When this religion fell into the
hands of immigrants, it was deeply
influenced by their own original
For example, the traditional
representatives of these primal
gods may be given the names and
descriptions of Christian angels.
This shared characteristics being
(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.)
Tarot was based on the 22 Hebrew
consonants and is said to represent
the entire world.
Each card, mumbered 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
It is said that these extra cards were
based on lost Hebrew vowels and
denoted an otherworldly,
transcendental existence: i.e., God.
I sometimes have the sense even
now that, that girl is a reincarnation
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.
About the cult's symbol
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
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
I'd really like to see her.
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?
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.
To little Claudia,
Happy 6th birthday!
I love you as if you were my real
sister. Here's to you!
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.
Sketchbook (Normal Riddle Level)
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.
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
Forget about that!
Just stay and play!
Or else I'll be left
here alone all day.
Sketchbook (Hard Riddle Level)
I had a dream.
In my dream, I opened a door.
But what that really me?
I had a different name.
ING WXX NXA
OEI IFI VII
MOX NOT XVH
XON HNG III
XAA CXX CCX
JII IEI IHT
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,
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