Samara and Darby…
"My daddy hated me Darby…" Samara said, sitting next to him on his grandparents merry go round.
"…hated me Darby…" Darby mumbled. Samara looked at her eight year old friend; he knew that she was dead, but he never seemed to mind that. She reached over and touched his face.
"You're daddy loved you…he would never make your mummy kill you…? She said soothingly. Darby looked shocked.
"MUMMY KILLYOU! MUMMY KILL YOU!?" he shook his head frantically, trying to hold her hand, but she pulled away.
"You have to do something for me Darby!" Samara snapped. Darby twitched slightly and nodded. Samara had been visiting him since he was five years old, she had been his only friend for three years and he would do anything for her. She held out her hands, and they started to flicker like parts of her body did sometimes; like an old television. They flickered and buzzed for a few seconds before a fuzzy black box came into focus. Darby looked into Samara's eyes inquisitively.
"Your mummy is taking you to shelter mountain isn't she!?" Samara snapped. Darby nodded, his neck twitching slightly as Samara cupped his face. "Take this to the video man, and sneak it onto his shelf." She said, kissing him tenderly on the head. She placed the tape in Darby's young hands.
Darby twitched "W-why…?"
"Don't ask questions just do it!!!" Samara screamed. Darby fell off of the merry go round onto the grass beneath it and started to cry softly. He wiped his nose and his hand smeared with crimson. Samara gritted her teeth, "If…you love me…Darby…you do it!" she said, before disappearing into the island mist.