Episode One: Lost Memory

Part One:

Jacob, Day One 02:00

There are waves nearby, he knows that because he can hear them crashing against the land nearby. It was raining, too, little drops pitter-pattering here and there against the soft soil beneath his body. It must've been a dream, another one of that nightmare from the incident ten years ago. The psychologist told him to let it go, that the night frights were just a fear building up in him from a false situation he built in his head.

"No… it was all real…" He mumbled coming to, slowly.

He could taste salt water on his lips and the aroma of blood filled his nostrils. He could feel his hands tighten around her neck just to see if it were all real. He wanted to know if the siren was real. If the curse was real.

"It repeats… calling me over and over… wanting me… to come back…"

His arms felt tired as though he had been straining them earlier. Was he running? He wasn't sure but his entire body was filled with exhaustion. He lungs burned with each breath, and his muscles stung with each movement. It didn't help, either, that he couldn't remember yesterday at all. What was he even doing? Where was he? Why did his body hurt so suddenly?

"Maybe I'll find someone…" He mumbled, trying to push himself up with no avail. "Maybe there is someone else out there."

He looked up from his collapsed state catching site of the world he had entered. There were black storm clouds hovering high in the sky. Rain seemed to cover the entire beach he had washed up on, and a few items cluttered the beach. They were mainly yellow and orange resembling life rafts and life jackets.

"Is this… a harbor?"

He tried harder this time, pushing himself clear off the sand and then onto his knees. There were no docks nearby, only the beach sand that seemed to stretch for a few miles. Along the beach were other things that he could make out now, a few wooden planks and some metal pipes seemed to have washed up on the shore. He came to the conclusion that something must have crashed here, most likely a small boat from the inland island Honshu. It was the last place he really wanted to go, though. Japan was the place full of fears.

"Maybe… there's a rescue boat nearby. I better go find it. Maybe they can tell me where I'm at."

It was strange, how the waves tossed against the land. They were so massive and violent, as if they were trying to harm the land. As if nature was trying to destroy what was one this island. But nature wasn't like that. He knew that all too well. If nature knew how to get rid of an abomination, it would have helped him out ten years ago, wouldn't it?

He stood from his spot, his legs wobbling as if something were constantly pushing up against him. Had he been working out recently, or was he injured earlier? A voice inside him told him not to worry about that. The voice kept telling him this wasn't the time to worry about it. The voice said keep going, and he did. He felt the sting of every step. How the pain surged straight through his legs, up his spine, and rested neatly in the front of his forehead. But the pain was irrelevant. He needed to keep moving because the voice told him to.

"Hey… sir… you still alive?"

He shuddered at the sound of another voice. It came from the waves, not like the one that was helping him. He turned to look for the source of the voice. Near the point where land and water crossed was another man buried under some wreckage that had been scattered about the beach.

"I'm speaking to you… you alive?"

He nodded toward the man and staggered toward him until falling.

"Who… who are you?" he asked the buried man.

"Heh, don't remember huh? That's alright. Name's Richard. You're Jacob, right?"

He froze at the mentioning of his name; how could this Richard know his name? Did they meet yesterday?

"I don't have a lot of time to explain Jacob," Richard began, grunting. "I know you don't remember me, but I'm a PI, Private Investigator. I haven't seen your sister around—"

"Sister… You mean, Sophia?"

"Yeah, her. She's probably desperately looking for you. You have to find her. I know that girl wouldn't give up so easily after she saw you."

"Alright… I'll look for her." Jacob stood, the pain in his legs no duller.

"One more thing," Richard started, making Jacob turn to listen to him. "Those dreams they say you have. Those weren't dreams, were they?"

Jacob stood still for a moment, and then turned toward the land he was on. He shook his head, pinching the skin barely above his eyes.

"They say you should never hear the siren for if you do… it will come to get you."

Part Two:

Kristin Day One 01:00

Her daily life, disrupted just because she had probably found the case of her life time. Criminal law was a hell of a career to work in and you had to make your place in the system otherwise you did not earn the respect you felt you deserved. Then again, no respect was worth the boat crash and no respect was worth getting thrown in a horror movie with a murder suspect. No one would find this worthwhile.

Here she was, though, standing next to a hardened killer who still held the shard of glass within his hands. He was a big, frightening man. He was someone that could protect you in an instance like this.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" she yelled at him. "You're only going to make this case worse you know!"

He smirked, turning toward her and holding his foot down on the fresh corpse. "You don't believe in self-defense, do you? Or would you rather have had him run you through with that knife he had?"

She shook her head. "Look Josh, I'm only saying the courts are going to frown on this! He was probably trying to protect himself too. We're strangers on his property!"

He shook his head still wearing the smirk. Josh couldn't believe his ears after hearing her, but maybe she was in shock. After all, she knew less about the situation than he did. That's why they came to Japan. She wanted to find evidence that he spoke of. She wanted to make her spot in the judicial system.

"Look Ms. Russell, I'm just looking to keep you safe," Josh says in response. "Isn't that what you want?"

"No. I want to know what the hell is going on!" She felt her face become warm and she knew she appeared flustered. "And just call me Kristin already. I hate being called Ms. Russell, don't know why but it makes me feel old."

"Fine then," Josh said. "Now look, this is the evidence I came here to show you. May not be Hanuda, but it is the same thing."

"What?"

"Back about ten years ago, a couple of us went on a trip for graduation out of the country. Sounds like one of those B-rated horror films when I say we were fresh out of high school. Kind of makes me want to chuckle," He proceeds to laugh. "And then it began to rain one night. I was a little late getting there with the others. But once I was in that village I couldn't leave. Neither could they. We were stuck in Hell. All day and all night those who had died came back to kill us and make us one of them. At first, you would think of a zombie. The undead. Yeah, that's what they were. Except they weren't the same things you see in movies."

The man under Josh's foot began to rustle a bit, making Kristin gasp in shock. She watched him begin to growl. He then snarled and began to lash out at Josh, at her, at anything around him. He was like a rapid animal.

"All they do is suffer day in and day out."

"What?" Kristin asked her voice full of fear.

"A friend explained it be me. They cannot die, but even with that immortality, they feel an eternity of pain," Josh began to assert some force onto the man's back with his foot, causing the man to cry out in something that sounded like half of a gargle and half actual speech. "And no one wants to suffer alone, do they?"

There was a loud crunch and the man fell silent again.

"We have to move now," Josh spoke monotonously. "We have to get away before he gets back up."

Part Three:

Callie Day One 02:00

It hurt. The voice that was constantly yelling in her hurt the living hell out of her mind. Just sounded like someone was simply calling out toward her and asking her to find the source of the voice. What was she supposed to do though? Was she supposed to walk through this foreign island and find the voice that has been calling her for ten years now?

"Where the fuck are you!" She yelled out punching a nearby concrete wall. "I am tired of hearing you call to me."

The voice began yelling in response to her outcry. "PLEASE!" and "OVER HERE!" she could hear the voices cry out over and over. Each time it spoke out it felt like a knife was dragging across her mind. Each cut was deeper than the last.

She looked around to see if anyone was standing, watching her to make sure that she was following the voice. There were just a few carnival rides here and there as if they were about to set up for a festival or maybe this place had a theme park. The island didn't make much sense though. There was no one around where she landed. There was no one around in the main district of town. It was all empty.

"Maybe riding the boat was a bad idea… why did I listen to you when you told me to ride that thing?"

She sighs, and then covers her mouth as she hears some gargled laughter not too far from her. Was it the voice? No, not the voice, or so it tell her; the voice tells her that isn't the one it belongs to. She panics since the ground are probably supposed to be closed. What if the village had become something horrifying? What if the village became something barbaric?

"I need to be able to defend myself…"

Her eyes dart around searching the floor and walls to see anything that may protect her. Near one of the rides sits a stray metal pipe. She picks it up and feels the cold steel within her hands.

"Kill it…"

The voice whispers to her and she can feel her chest tighten. She always acted tough, always tried to look as cool as she actually was around people; but could she actually kill a man because a voice told her to? She had to though, because it time the voice told her to kill the man who laughed, she could feel the knife cut across her mind once more. The pain had to cease sometime.

She found the man quick. He was slashing into a corpse again a wall, laughing with that strange gargle with each slash. His body was covered in blood, and there seemed to be a large gash in his neck.

"Kill it…"

She snuck behind him, raising the pipe.

"Shut up…"

He turned to look at her when she spoke, and the pipe slammed into his face breaking his nose and knocking a few teeth down his throat.

"SHUT UP!"

She mercilessly beat into the man, each smack she could feel a strange and unnatural smile crossing her face. Each stroke meant the voice would silence itself more. Each strike meant it would call on her less and less. She'd do anything to end the pain.

She stopped soon, leaving behind an unrecognizable mess beside the corpse the man had made. Her breathing was violent, and her grin was wide. And then, she heard the voice speak once again.

"Callie… Callie… run away Callie…"

Her eyes widened and the pipe fell from her hands.

"Why… why won't you shut the hell up!" She screamed, clutching her head and running away.

Part Four:

Sophia Day Before 21:00

She sat in the cabin with a few other people as the boat tossed itself against the waves for what seemed like forever. It wasn't over yet either, the storm outside and the storm in her heart. She rode the boat hoping to bump into her brother who had supposedly gotten a ticket for this very ride. The boat was to head to one of the other three islands into Japan, docking near a town called Hanuda. That was the place he was going, she had been told, because he had been there ten years ago.

"Sophia?"

She looked up at the mentioning of her name, and smiled at the sight of Richard. He was the Private Investigator she had hired awhile back.

"He's on here, right?" Sophia asked him.

"Of course he is. I haven't failed a case yet, and I'm not bombing this one."

He sits next to her and Sophia goes back to looking around. There are police on the boat sitting around and man and a woman who seem to be talking about a recent case on the news. At another end is a couple holding hands and getting comfortable with each other. There's another couple here too, not as comfortable and they appear to be a few years older; they're talking about an anniversary. The others must be in another cabin, or maybe on the deck she thinks.

Sophia stands, then whirls to look at Richard with a smile plastered on her face. "I'm going to step out for a fresh breath of air, okay Richard?"

"Alright, but don't you dare try and talk to him yet. I know I said I'm sure, but if he isn't who you think he is, then that will only hurt you more."

"No problem Richard!" Sophia waves her hand up and down and giggles a bit. "I just want to get some of that ocean breeze."

"Yeah yeah," He waves his hand, shooing her off.

Sophia skips out of the cabin and onto the deck to watch the storm that has broken outside. There is a woman holding onto the railing there, looking out at the ocean. At the side of the door is a man that looks sick. Near the far end of the boat is where is focus was set. She knew what she told Richard but she couldn't pass up the opportunity. She had to find out if he was Jacob for herself.

She continued to skip toward him somehow able to ignore the roughness of the waters as it tossed the boat about. Sophia then stopped next to him, holding onto the railings and mimicking his posture. Her mom said she always did that with her big brother.

"Rough weather, huh?" She casually spoke to him.

"Huh?" he responded, not even looking toward her.

"I said, rough weather we're having!" This time Sophia shouted.

"Oh, yes," Jacob also spoke over the storm.

Sophia fiddled with thoughts in her head trying to figure out what she was going to do exactly. How should she approach him without giving all her hopes up? Richard was right; she would be putting too much on the line if this wasn't the man she was looking for all these years.

"I find beauty in storms though," Jacob spoke with a smirk. "You have to enjoy the rain. Someone… someone has to enjoy the rain."

There was a slight hesitance when he spoke she noticed, and Sophia laughed a bit looking back at the waves.

"I love the rain! They say it washes away all things good or bad and can make a person like new. Even better, though, is the fact that rain brings life. Life makes people smile."

Sophia stood in silence after she said that, and watched as Jacob turned to go back toward the ship. He seemed distraught about something and that made her feel helpless. Did life not bring smiles? Her mother always said that living was better than the alternative.

"Are you okay?" she asked him.

"Yeah, I'm just fi—"

The ship let out a loud creak and then began to turn on its side suddenly. Sophia could feel her legs let out and a scream escaped her as she fell toward the ocean. As she reached the railing Sophia felt someone grab her. It was Jacob.

"Hey, hang onto me!" he yelled, holding her arm tightly.

She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and she noticed his seemed to be transfixed to the water below her. Sophia turned to look at the water with him and then began to scream and panic more.

"It's red it's red! It's the color of blood!" She cried out.

"Hey! Stop it! You're gonna fall!"

He lost grip of her, and she felt breeze as she fell into the infinite sea of red.

Part Five:

Tiffanie Day One 00:00

She remembered coughing, coughing and choking as she hit shore of a strange land. She was just married and this was supposed to be the honeymoon for her and her husband. Instead, the boat crashed and now she washed onto shore, alone and cold. What was she supposed to do if she were all alone? Her husband was supposed to help her, in sickness and in health, and she the same. Did she wake so she could help him?

Her feet pushed her up, moving grains of sand aside as she stood on her own feet. Her throat stung from the salt water and made it hard to breathe. Walking was tough too, but bearable, since she had an objective in mind.

"Where's Patrick?" she whimpered, her voice raspy.

Her hand rested on a nearby wall as she tried to catch her breath. Nearby was an entrance to a mine, it seemed, with cart tracks heading into the dark cavern. She allowed herself to inch her way toward the opening. Inside she could see the intense darkness but from within she could hear what sounded like someone talking. Maybe help, maybe not; she was out of options for finding her husband.

She tumbled in, tripping over a two-by-four on the ground. She cursed lightly, and looked up to see a man standing above her.

"Uhm… excuse me… I'm lost…"

He tilts his head, but his face his hidden by a dense amount of shadows.

"Can you… help me?"

There's a small chuckle from him. "Lost? You're not lost Tiffanie Kelly."

She froze. The voice was unfamiliar and didn't feel real to her. She didn't recognize it either. But this person knew her name, knew it was Tiffanie.

"How… did you..?"

He bends down to her, his face still hidden by darkness. "This is the right place and time Tiffanie. The curse is calling for you. It's here for you."

She turns her face away a bit, believing him to be crazy. Then she sees a glint of light from his pocket and watches as a pistol his withdrawn. He points it toward her, and she can feel herself about to scream.

"At midnight, the first sacrifice will be made. So says Mother."

A loud shot broke out from inside the mine.