THE CIRCLE 2 – RETURN OF SAMARA
Hi again! I'm back with the sequel to The Circle! For all you who didn't read The Circle, it's basically just a spoof of the ring, and you should read it before you read this (a spoof of the ring 2) So…um…I'm copying this out from my note book to the computer which is really annoying, and I'm really ill today, so reviews would cheer me up I'll see ya'll later…enjoy…
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the weird and random things the characters do.
Chapter 1: A death to set the scene
Emily sat on the couch. She waited nervously. Suddenly the boy from school who had invited her here tonight came up behind her and put his hands firmly on her shoulders. She jumped slightly.
"Hey." The boy grinned.
Emily smiled back.
"I wanna show you something." He whispered.
"Eeeeew…." Emily said. "What…is it?"
"Aw come on," He started. "You've seen my bug collection. What's grosser than that?"
"Fine show me." Emily said, waiting.
"Have you ever seen something so scary you had to show someone else?" He asked.
"Yeah, totally." She said, her eyes widening.
"You've…seen it?" He asked, creeped and confused.
"Are we talking about the same thing?" Emily asked.
"The tape (dun dun dun)" the boy said, dramatically.
"I was gonna say…" The girl started.
"DON'T say a Walk To Remember…" The audience who've seen the first film yelled.
"…The Michellen Tyre Man, but okay…what tape?" She finished.
"Anyway…On with my lines…" The boy carried on. "I've got the scariest fricken film you'll ever fricken see and I'm gonna tape your eyes open and make you watch it! Muahahahahahah!"
Emily stared at him in stunned silence.
"Just kidding…But it is pretty scary." He laughed. "A friend of mine made me a copy, so I made one for you."
"You're so…um…sweet." Emily said, raising her eyebrows.
"Riiiiiiiight…"The boy said.
"You brought me here to watch a video?" Asked Emily. She was disappointed.
"A tape actually…duh?" The boy said. "What you thought I actually liked you? Sorry but I only date my own species…"
"Just play the damn tape." Emily sulked.
"That's your part." The boy said. Emily felt like a retard.
"What's scary about it?" Emily asked.
"Just watch it before he dies!" The audience yelled.
"That's not how it works…" The other audience members whispered.
The boy kissed Emily on the head.
"You'll see." He whispered.
"ooooooh…" The audience whooped. (a scary ooooh lol)
Emily knelt in front of the video player.
Cue the scary high-pitched music as the boy bursts into the kitchen and paces the floor nervously. He looked at the clock.
"Play it. Just play the thing. Come on I got 2 minutes here, please!" He said, shouting at the microwave digital clock.
"Okay!" The microwave clock said. "Play that funky music white boy…"
Emily walked up to the TV VERY slowly and put the tape in, again, very slowly. Cue creepy music, static on TV.
The boy rolled up his sleeve and looked at his arm. The menchi 'Samara woz ere' in scribbly scratched letters was there.
Emily looked at the kitchen door, then pressed play on the video recorder.
The boy looked extremely scared. The microwave clock read 10:59.
"Emily play the god damn tape!" He yelled, as he ran towards the door, but then turned and paced around the kitchen again.
The tape flashed up Anna Morgan brushing her hair.
The phone rang in the kitchen. The boy watched the phone for about ten years, then started towards it.
For some reason, probably because the film isn't scary enough yet, random images flash onto the screen for about half a mili second.
The boy continued towards the phone, and finally answered it.
"Look dude…If this is that Samara chick I told you I'm not free on Saturday…I'm not free on any night actually…Just leave me alone you stalker!" He yelled.
"Dude?" A confused voice on the other end of the phone asked.
The boy's face was swept with relief.
"Hey man, you made it." The second boy on the phone said. "I knew you'd come through. Get someone to watch it, huh?"
The boy sat on the floor of the kitchen.
"Yeah man." He said. "Some stupid chick from school."
"Well too bad…that won't save you now!" The boy on the phone laughed evilly.
"WHAT!" The boy yelled.
"Just kidding dude. Anyway…I was afraid you wouldn't believe me…now it's her problem. She doesn't get anyone to watch it in a week, she's dead, man. So did you tell her what happens, or are you gonna let her find out for herself?" The guy finally stopped talking.
"He can't tell her…it hasn't happened to him yet." The audience said.
The boy noticed black liquid leaking under the door from the living room. He hung up the phone and deliberately stood in the flow of the water, but it went around his feet.
"Emily!" He yelled.
He burst into the living room.
"What the hell'd you do?" He shouted.
Emily crouched in front of the TV with her hands over her eyes.
"I played it…I just didn't look" She whined.
"No shit…" The audience sarcastically said.
"What did you do that for!" He asked frantically.
"Duh!" Emily shouted. "Did you think I was gonna sacrifice myself for you after that whole 'species' comment?"
The TV flickered on.
"AAAAAAAAHH!" The audience yelled.
The well scene we all know and love was on the screen. The boy dropped to his knees and looked into the TV. We see Samara's view of it, as she climbs out the well, her back to us.
"It's clever how they do that, huh?" The audience said.
Random flash of images from tape.
Emily's terrified scream filled the room.
We see the ring
"See!" The audience shouted. " We're gonna see the ring before we die!"
Static.