Never Rest
By Aurialie and RuBis
Here's what we think about (god bless our twisted minds). We must warn you first that English isn't our first laguage *whisper sadly*. So there's maybe some stupid mistake but we swear you'll still appreciate it. This is a little story about an alternatice Noah's death. . .very short.
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Noah looked outside, like it would be the first time he did. Water was simply falling down like little tears, rubing the cold autumn wind.
Simple
Things were so simple, he couldn't realise that everything ended so quickly. Samara was free, her mean spirit wouldn't infflict the curse again. Corpses were buried, but they would be the last ones to suffer from the child's anger.
He though once again about Samara. So little and fragile, it was simply amazing that her small body was fill up with much anger. All of his tough were running around her. She was simply haunting him.
Samara
Samara
Samara. . .
It was like if she was here, so close that he could easily smell the odor of the creepy well, feel the water spilt onto the floor. Something thick was surrounding him, he felt like if he was prisonner of something. . .of her.
Death was close, to close to give him the chance to react.
Noah quickly turn around, following his instincts. He was right. She was there. Behind him was that little girl, maybe not old, but so evil. . . Her long black hair hanging loosely, keeping him from seeing her face. He couldn't scream, voice was stuck in his throat.
The phone rang. It started ringing but never stopped, like someone absolutly wanted to talk to him, to warn him. Warn of what? There weren't hope, Samara was already there, waithing, stealing Noah's fears to encrease her powers. Stuck. He was stuck, there was no way out.
By Aurialie and RuBis
Here's what we think about (god bless our twisted minds). We must warn you first that English isn't our first laguage *whisper sadly*. So there's maybe some stupid mistake but we swear you'll still appreciate it. This is a little story about an alternatice Noah's death. . .very short.
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Noah looked outside, like it would be the first time he did. Water was simply falling down like little tears, rubing the cold autumn wind.
Simple
Things were so simple, he couldn't realise that everything ended so quickly. Samara was free, her mean spirit wouldn't infflict the curse again. Corpses were buried, but they would be the last ones to suffer from the child's anger.
He though once again about Samara. So little and fragile, it was simply amazing that her small body was fill up with much anger. All of his tough were running around her. She was simply haunting him.
Samara
Samara
Samara. . .
It was like if she was here, so close that he could easily smell the odor of the creepy well, feel the water spilt onto the floor. Something thick was surrounding him, he felt like if he was prisonner of something. . .of her.
Death was close, to close to give him the chance to react.
Noah quickly turn around, following his instincts. He was right. She was there. Behind him was that little girl, maybe not old, but so evil. . . Her long black hair hanging loosely, keeping him from seeing her face. He couldn't scream, voice was stuck in his throat.
The phone rang. It started ringing but never stopped, like someone absolutly wanted to talk to him, to warn him. Warn of what? There weren't hope, Samara was already there, waithing, stealing Noah's fears to encrease her powers. Stuck. He was stuck, there was no way out.