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A/N: Another Chappie to my Ring part of my story.
Chapter 4: Dream
Samantha lay in her bed, tossing and turning. She couldn't sleep. The images on the tape kept repeating in her mind over, and over again. And the voice over the telephone. Finnaly she fell asleep out of pure exaustion.
Dream
A girl with long ebony colored hair stood on the edge of the well looking solemly into it's depths. Samantha thought she was going to jump.
"Don't jump!" Samantha yelled running towords the girl.
The girl turned to look at her, her face was crooked slightly. She looked right into Samantha's soul with those peircing eyes of her, making her stop in her tracks.
"You aren't like the others are you?" the girl said in a voice that made Samantha shudder. Then she recognised the voice, it was from the phone. "You are differient. Something sets you apart from the rest,"
"What?" Samantha asked, wondering what was so special about her. She was just a normal ningen, right?
"You don't have the evil," the girl said. "Everyone else does,"
"Evil?" she repeated, wondering what this evil was.
"The evil that gives them power, the evil that allows me to kill them. The evil you don't posses," she said.
"I don't understand, who are you?" Samantha yelled as the landscape faded into a sea of black.
"Samara," the girl said, before she too dissapeared.
End Dream
Friday
Day 1
Samantha woke with a jolt. She wondered if her dream was really a dream. If felt so real. The grass beneath her toes felt wet and the wind blew across her, making her cold. This was no ordianry dream she thought. Then she remembered the girl's name.
"Samara," she repeated the name. It sounded strange to her tounge. She got out of bed for it was morning and got dressed.
She poped a peice of toast into her mouth and prepared to walk to school. Samantha opened the door and saw a letter sitting on her doorstep. She picked it up.
Don't forget me. I am your only friend.
Samara
Nearly drooping the note in horror, Samantha whirled around just to make sure no one was there. You could never be too sure. So it wasn't a dream she realised. Samara was real. She did what any normal girl would do in a situation like this. She called her best friend.
"Hello," Cheyenne said groggly into the phone.
"Cheyenne, we have a problem," Samantha said urgently.
"No thank you I'm not interested," the half-asleep Cheyenne said.
"Cheyenne! It's me," she yelled.
"Oh hello Sam. What's up?" she said more awake this time.
"What would you say if I told you that the girl from the video visited me in my dream last night?" Samantha said.
"I would say you are in serious trouble," Cheyenne replied.
"Then I'm in serious trouble," she stated.
"I figured as much," she replied.
"She left me a note too," Samantha added.
Then in the forest Samantha saw a girl dressed in white. Samara was standing outside her house. She dropped the phone and ran outside in her school uniform wiht no shoes.
"Samara!" she yelled running towords the girl.
Samara stood there and waited for her to come near.
"You came, just as I planned," Samara said, in her childish voice. "I need to talk to you,"
"About what?" she asked.
"You are the one, the one who will save me," she stated.
"From what?" Samantha asked.
"Myself," Samara said, then she dissapeared, leaving behind only a large porple marbel on a string. It didn't look very unusual until it started glowing. She picked it up and put it on. Now common sense would tell you to leave it there but common sense ad temporarily left Samantha as she slipped it over her neck and left for school.
Sure she was still frightened but it didn't bother her as much as it had. It was odd. Samantha wasn't really an extrodinarily brave person but now in the face of death she was more likely to laugh than tremble in fear.
Tuesday
Day 2
There was no dream the following night. And no Samara appearance that morning. It seemed that Samantha's life had gone back to normal. How wrong she was.
A/N: Here's where I end today. I just saw Ringu and it was very awesome. I reccomend it to anyone who liked The Ring.
A/N: Another Chappie to my Ring part of my story.
Chapter 4: Dream
Samantha lay in her bed, tossing and turning. She couldn't sleep. The images on the tape kept repeating in her mind over, and over again. And the voice over the telephone. Finnaly she fell asleep out of pure exaustion.
Dream
A girl with long ebony colored hair stood on the edge of the well looking solemly into it's depths. Samantha thought she was going to jump.
"Don't jump!" Samantha yelled running towords the girl.
The girl turned to look at her, her face was crooked slightly. She looked right into Samantha's soul with those peircing eyes of her, making her stop in her tracks.
"You aren't like the others are you?" the girl said in a voice that made Samantha shudder. Then she recognised the voice, it was from the phone. "You are differient. Something sets you apart from the rest,"
"What?" Samantha asked, wondering what was so special about her. She was just a normal ningen, right?
"You don't have the evil," the girl said. "Everyone else does,"
"Evil?" she repeated, wondering what this evil was.
"The evil that gives them power, the evil that allows me to kill them. The evil you don't posses," she said.
"I don't understand, who are you?" Samantha yelled as the landscape faded into a sea of black.
"Samara," the girl said, before she too dissapeared.
End Dream
Friday
Day 1
Samantha woke with a jolt. She wondered if her dream was really a dream. If felt so real. The grass beneath her toes felt wet and the wind blew across her, making her cold. This was no ordianry dream she thought. Then she remembered the girl's name.
"Samara," she repeated the name. It sounded strange to her tounge. She got out of bed for it was morning and got dressed.
She poped a peice of toast into her mouth and prepared to walk to school. Samantha opened the door and saw a letter sitting on her doorstep. She picked it up.
Don't forget me. I am your only friend.
Samara
Nearly drooping the note in horror, Samantha whirled around just to make sure no one was there. You could never be too sure. So it wasn't a dream she realised. Samara was real. She did what any normal girl would do in a situation like this. She called her best friend.
"Hello," Cheyenne said groggly into the phone.
"Cheyenne, we have a problem," Samantha said urgently.
"No thank you I'm not interested," the half-asleep Cheyenne said.
"Cheyenne! It's me," she yelled.
"Oh hello Sam. What's up?" she said more awake this time.
"What would you say if I told you that the girl from the video visited me in my dream last night?" Samantha said.
"I would say you are in serious trouble," Cheyenne replied.
"Then I'm in serious trouble," she stated.
"I figured as much," she replied.
"She left me a note too," Samantha added.
Then in the forest Samantha saw a girl dressed in white. Samara was standing outside her house. She dropped the phone and ran outside in her school uniform wiht no shoes.
"Samara!" she yelled running towords the girl.
Samara stood there and waited for her to come near.
"You came, just as I planned," Samara said, in her childish voice. "I need to talk to you,"
"About what?" she asked.
"You are the one, the one who will save me," she stated.
"From what?" Samantha asked.
"Myself," Samara said, then she dissapeared, leaving behind only a large porple marbel on a string. It didn't look very unusual until it started glowing. She picked it up and put it on. Now common sense would tell you to leave it there but common sense ad temporarily left Samantha as she slipped it over her neck and left for school.
Sure she was still frightened but it didn't bother her as much as it had. It was odd. Samantha wasn't really an extrodinarily brave person but now in the face of death she was more likely to laugh than tremble in fear.
Tuesday
Day 2
There was no dream the following night. And no Samara appearance that morning. It seemed that Samantha's life had gone back to normal. How wrong she was.
A/N: Here's where I end today. I just saw Ringu and it was very awesome. I reccomend it to anyone who liked The Ring.