What Happens To Them?
By Anna Morgan
Day Four (Continued)
Laura walked back to her apartment in silence. James had gone back the other way to his apartment. She couldn't believe that they had found out that much in one day. She felt a bit proud of herself and her friends for getting all of this information.
Laura arrived at her apartment and unlocked the door. 'It's only 9:00' she thought. 'Mom and Dad won't be home for a while'. The first thing she did was go into the living room. But, not everything was normal in there. The TV was on, not on a particular channel, but static. She grabbed the remote and turned it off.
Laura was feeling a bit uneasy. She was used to being home alone, but not used to the TV going on and off by itself. Laura went to her room, slowly. There was light in her room. But she knew she had turned all the lights off.
Slowly, she opened the door to find a terrifying sight. There was someone in there. It was a girl. She had long, black hair and was sitting in a chair, surrounded by water. She didn't recognize the girl. Laura cautiously walked up behind her. She tried to stay calm. Her heart was beating fast. She was beginning to panic. When she was right behind her, the girl's ugly arm of rotting flesh grabbed her. The only thing Laura could hear was the sound of her screaming.
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James had just gotten home. It was 9:15. The first thing he did was go into the kitchen to get a drink. They hadn't had anything at Natalie's house. He poured it slowly and set the glass down to get the phone. He was also home alone, so he figured he would call Laura. He took a sip of his water and instantly began to choke. He had something lodged in his throat. He gagged and coughed for a second. He reached into his mouth and started to pull the thing out of his mouth. It was like a black cord. He slowly pulled the thing out, still coughing. When it was out. James recognized what it was; it was an Electrocardiogram cord. He was shocked when he saw it. He didn't know what to think. He picked up the phone and dialed Laura's number. There was no answer. But she lived three apartments down from Natalie; she had to have gotten home! Somehow, he had gotten a feeling that something was wrong. He went out the door and into the hallway. He was just going to go check on her. There was no harm in that.
James walked quickly down the hall. Slowly, he quickened his pace as he raced towards Laura's house. He went up the stairs, down the hall and to Laura's door. He was about to knock when he saw that the door was slightly opened, as if inviting him in. she slowly opened the door. Nothing seemed to be wrong.
"Laura?" James called. No answer. "Laur!" Still not answer. Now he was beginning to be scared. Laura wouldn't leave the door open. And, on the table, were her things. She had to be here. He walked towards her room to see of she had gone to bed. That door was open, too. He looked inside to see Laura on the ground. The TV was on static and there was water everywhere. He ran to Laura and tried to wake her up.
"Laura! Wake up!" He shook her hard. That did it. Her eyes snapped open and she started to yell. Then she realized who was behind her. James.
"Oh my god, James! Okay, I came home and there was this girl in my room and I went up behind her and she hurt my arm and I fell!" Laura said quickly.
"Let me see." James lifted her arm so he could see if she was hurt. On her right forearm, was a handprint; slightly smaller than Laura's hand. It was bruised and looked as if it had been burned inside of her.
"There's a handprint on your arm," James said. He took her to the kitchen and wrapped her arm in a wet towel. He sat her down in a chair and sat next to her. They talked for a while and, when Laura was feeling better, James went home.
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Day Five
The trio was at Natalie's house again. They were going to get the rest of the information on the articles. They looked for a few minutes before they found something else. It was another article. It was about an accident at a horseback riding competition.
"Hey, y'all, listen to this," James said.
"It was a terrible sight. I never saw anything like it," says horse breeder Anna Morgan, holding her DAUGHTER IN HER ARMS."
"Anna had a daughter?" Natalie said in awe.
"She must have," Laura said. "Does it say what her name is?"
James scanned the article. "No, it doesn't say."
"Well, that helps," Natalie, said.
"Laura your arm," James said. "Maybe that girl was her daughter."
"What are you guys talking about?" Natalie said.
James told her about what happened. Natalie didn't believe them, so Laura showed Natalie her arm. That made her believe them.
"Okay, I believe you now." Natalie said.
"We need to find out about this girl." James said.
"She was on the tape, she was in the mirror," Laura said.
"Maybe she has something to do with the tape," Natalie said.
"Well, if she's on there, she MUST have something to do with it," James said.
"True, but what does she have to do with it?" Laura wondered out loud.
"We'll find out," James replied.
They started to do the same thing they had been doing for two days. They looked through the papers. This time, they were looking for a little girl. They knew her last name must be Morgan, but what her first name was or her age they had to figure out. They looked for the girl in any of the papers. It was Laura who found her first.
"You guys I found her!" Laura exclaimed. "Well, a birth certificate anyway."
"And?" Natalie and James said in unison.
"Samara Morgan. Born December 8th, 1970," Laura read. "Mother is Anna Morgan, Father Is Richard Morgan."
"That must have been her, Laur, in your room last night," James said.
"How can it be?" Laura asked. "If she was born in 1970, she would be about 30 years old now. That girl was maybe 10 at the most!"
"Maybe she died, that's a possibility," Natalie replied.
"Possible, but not probable," James answered.
"We need to light some fire under our asses if we're going to figure this out in two freakin days," Natalie said.
"Such language, Natalie, jeez," James said.
"Well, it's true." Natalie shrugged.
"Well, I think we need to pick this up tomorrow," Laura said.
"Alright," James picked up his things and went to the door, Laura following close behind.
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AUTHER'S NOTE: I know this chapter is kind of cheesy, but I didn't have much time to work on it because of homework and stuff. Please read and review but be nice!!!!!!!!!
Day Four (Continued)
Laura walked back to her apartment in silence. James had gone back the other way to his apartment. She couldn't believe that they had found out that much in one day. She felt a bit proud of herself and her friends for getting all of this information.
Laura arrived at her apartment and unlocked the door. 'It's only 9:00' she thought. 'Mom and Dad won't be home for a while'. The first thing she did was go into the living room. But, not everything was normal in there. The TV was on, not on a particular channel, but static. She grabbed the remote and turned it off.
Laura was feeling a bit uneasy. She was used to being home alone, but not used to the TV going on and off by itself. Laura went to her room, slowly. There was light in her room. But she knew she had turned all the lights off.
Slowly, she opened the door to find a terrifying sight. There was someone in there. It was a girl. She had long, black hair and was sitting in a chair, surrounded by water. She didn't recognize the girl. Laura cautiously walked up behind her. She tried to stay calm. Her heart was beating fast. She was beginning to panic. When she was right behind her, the girl's ugly arm of rotting flesh grabbed her. The only thing Laura could hear was the sound of her screaming.
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James had just gotten home. It was 9:15. The first thing he did was go into the kitchen to get a drink. They hadn't had anything at Natalie's house. He poured it slowly and set the glass down to get the phone. He was also home alone, so he figured he would call Laura. He took a sip of his water and instantly began to choke. He had something lodged in his throat. He gagged and coughed for a second. He reached into his mouth and started to pull the thing out of his mouth. It was like a black cord. He slowly pulled the thing out, still coughing. When it was out. James recognized what it was; it was an Electrocardiogram cord. He was shocked when he saw it. He didn't know what to think. He picked up the phone and dialed Laura's number. There was no answer. But she lived three apartments down from Natalie; she had to have gotten home! Somehow, he had gotten a feeling that something was wrong. He went out the door and into the hallway. He was just going to go check on her. There was no harm in that.
James walked quickly down the hall. Slowly, he quickened his pace as he raced towards Laura's house. He went up the stairs, down the hall and to Laura's door. He was about to knock when he saw that the door was slightly opened, as if inviting him in. she slowly opened the door. Nothing seemed to be wrong.
"Laura?" James called. No answer. "Laur!" Still not answer. Now he was beginning to be scared. Laura wouldn't leave the door open. And, on the table, were her things. She had to be here. He walked towards her room to see of she had gone to bed. That door was open, too. He looked inside to see Laura on the ground. The TV was on static and there was water everywhere. He ran to Laura and tried to wake her up.
"Laura! Wake up!" He shook her hard. That did it. Her eyes snapped open and she started to yell. Then she realized who was behind her. James.
"Oh my god, James! Okay, I came home and there was this girl in my room and I went up behind her and she hurt my arm and I fell!" Laura said quickly.
"Let me see." James lifted her arm so he could see if she was hurt. On her right forearm, was a handprint; slightly smaller than Laura's hand. It was bruised and looked as if it had been burned inside of her.
"There's a handprint on your arm," James said. He took her to the kitchen and wrapped her arm in a wet towel. He sat her down in a chair and sat next to her. They talked for a while and, when Laura was feeling better, James went home.
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Day Five
The trio was at Natalie's house again. They were going to get the rest of the information on the articles. They looked for a few minutes before they found something else. It was another article. It was about an accident at a horseback riding competition.
"Hey, y'all, listen to this," James said.
"It was a terrible sight. I never saw anything like it," says horse breeder Anna Morgan, holding her DAUGHTER IN HER ARMS."
"Anna had a daughter?" Natalie said in awe.
"She must have," Laura said. "Does it say what her name is?"
James scanned the article. "No, it doesn't say."
"Well, that helps," Natalie, said.
"Laura your arm," James said. "Maybe that girl was her daughter."
"What are you guys talking about?" Natalie said.
James told her about what happened. Natalie didn't believe them, so Laura showed Natalie her arm. That made her believe them.
"Okay, I believe you now." Natalie said.
"We need to find out about this girl." James said.
"She was on the tape, she was in the mirror," Laura said.
"Maybe she has something to do with the tape," Natalie said.
"Well, if she's on there, she MUST have something to do with it," James said.
"True, but what does she have to do with it?" Laura wondered out loud.
"We'll find out," James replied.
They started to do the same thing they had been doing for two days. They looked through the papers. This time, they were looking for a little girl. They knew her last name must be Morgan, but what her first name was or her age they had to figure out. They looked for the girl in any of the papers. It was Laura who found her first.
"You guys I found her!" Laura exclaimed. "Well, a birth certificate anyway."
"And?" Natalie and James said in unison.
"Samara Morgan. Born December 8th, 1970," Laura read. "Mother is Anna Morgan, Father Is Richard Morgan."
"That must have been her, Laur, in your room last night," James said.
"How can it be?" Laura asked. "If she was born in 1970, she would be about 30 years old now. That girl was maybe 10 at the most!"
"Maybe she died, that's a possibility," Natalie replied.
"Possible, but not probable," James answered.
"We need to light some fire under our asses if we're going to figure this out in two freakin days," Natalie said.
"Such language, Natalie, jeez," James said.
"Well, it's true." Natalie shrugged.
"Well, I think we need to pick this up tomorrow," Laura said.
"Alright," James picked up his things and went to the door, Laura following close behind.
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AUTHER'S NOTE: I know this chapter is kind of cheesy, but I didn't have much time to work on it because of homework and stuff. Please read and review but be nice!!!!!!!!!