What Happens To Them?
By Anna Morgan
Day Seven 3:00 pm
Laura came home from school exhausted. She threw her book bag into her closet and collapsed on her bed. The only thing that was on her mind was the tape. It was the seventh day and they were back where they started. 'Just give me a hint,' she thought. 'A clue, anything!' she lie on her bed and fell asleep.
*~*~*~*~*Dream*~*~*~*~*
There was a bright light. Then, she seemed to be floating through the air towards an open field. In the middle of the field was a girl. Samara. She was standing by a well, facing a fence and horses running in a field. A woman came behind her slowly, pausing for a few seconds and then moving foreword. Laura recognized who it was right away; it was Anna. She walked slowly behind Samara and stopped. She was about a foot away when she spoke.
"Isn't it beautiful here, Samara?" she said in a soft voice. Samara didn't answer and, instead, kept looking ahead. Anna sighed.
"Oh, I know things will get better." She said to her daughter. Then, without warning, she took a bag and put it over Samara's face. Samara tried to fight back, but was unsuccessful. When she struggled, Anna hit her head hard with a rock, causing blood to go everywhere. Laura was horrified. This couldn't be the same Anna Morgan! She wanted a child more than anything she wouldn't do that! Then, to make it worse, Anna whispered to her daughter.
"All I ever wanted was you."
Anna pushed Samara's small, limp, body into the well without a care. Laura watched Samara fall. The water was red with blood and her hair was floating on the water. But Laura was surprised when Samara's eyes flew open. She was still alive! She looked up at the top of the well. Anna was putting the lid on. When the lid was all the way on, there was darkness except for the top. There was a white ring.
The Ring.
*~*~*~*~*End of the Dream*~*~*~*~*
Laura's eyes snapped open. She looked at her arm. The burned mark in her arm was as visible as ever before. Things started to come together. Samara was still alive. She must have survived for SEVEN DAYS. Seven days! That's why you have seven days after you watch the tape; Samara survived for seven days! Laura looked at her clock. It was 3:45. She had barley been asleep for an hour. Just then her phone rang. She ran to the living room and answered it. It was James.
"Laura! You'll never believe what I found!" He said excitedly.
"What is it?" Laura responded.
"It's and article in last week's paper. 'Girl found in well buried in Fairview Cemetery!' it goes on about a girl found in a well. Identified as 8YEAR OLD SAMARA MORGAN!" He said quickly.
Laura told him about the dream she had just had. They decided they should get Natalie and get to Laura's ASAP. James called Natalie and called Laura back, saying that Natalie could come. A half hour later, the three were at Laura's house. Laura left a note to her mother and the trio went out the door.
They headed on bikes to the cemetery, not far from the building. It was maybe a mile or so. When they got there, they put their bikes by the fence and went in. James stopped.
"I just thought of something," he said.
"What is it?" Natalie asked him.
"There are over ten thousand graves in here," James replied, "how are we going to find hers?"
"Duh, Jimmy, we find a freshly dug grave," Natalie answered him.
"Don't call me Jimmy! I hate Jimmy!"
"Don't be a blonde then."
James chose to ignore this comment. For almost forty-five minutes, they searched until Laura found it in the back of the cemetery. It was a normal headstone, nothing special. It said her name, DOB (Date Of Birth), DOD (Date Of Death) approximately.
"James, Nat! I found her!" Laura yelled.
Natalie and James ran over to her and stood next to Laura.
"That's sad that she's dead," Laura said. "She just wanted to be heard. That's why she made the tape. To show people what she was going through. You can't just keep things inside of you all the time. Sometimes, people try to express themselves with words, actions, pictures," James stopped Laura suddenly.
James looked at Laura in a weird sort of way. "How do you figure it was Samara who made the tape?"
"Samara said that she didn't make pictures. She SAW them and then they just were. I'll bet that she made the tape with her 'mind pictures' the doctor was talking about."
"I see. That makes more sense than Anna making the tape." Natalie said slowly, deep in thought.
"James what time is it?" Laura asked. James looked at his watch.
"It's about 6:30. Why?" he asked.
"We were babysitting Aiden seven days ago. It was about 8:00 when you two came over," Laura said. "We watched the tape at about . . . 8:10."
They were all silent for a moment. None of them spoke.
"Let's get back to Laura's house," James said. "My parents won't be home until nine. I could stay for a while."
Natalie replied, "Mine won't be home until nine, too. I could stay."
"And my parents get home at 8:30," Laura said.
They grabbed their bikes and went as fast as they could to Laura's house. They shared no words on the way. Occasionally, someone would say something, but other than that, they were silent.
They got back to Laura's house and collapsed on Laura's bed. James sighed loudly. It was now about 7:00.
"You know," he said, "I didn't believe this before, but now I do."
"Amen," Natalie responded.
About forty minutes passed. They did nothing except talk about things. Just things. One memory came up about James.
"Remember in soccer when James' pants fell down and he ran for the goal in his boxers?" Natalie said.
"That was an accident! I didn't mean for my freakin pants to fall down!"
"Sure Jimmy. Anything you say." Laura grinned.
"FOR THE LAST FREAKIN TIME! STOP CALLING ME JIMMY!"
"I don't know about any of you, but I'm thirsty," Natalie said.
"There's stuff in the fridge if you want to get something," Laura said.
"I'll go, too," James added.
"Ok, so will I," Laura gave in.
They went to the kitchen, got something to drink and went back to Laura's room. It was about 8:00. They continued to talk for the next five minutes. Natalie said she was getting uncomfortable and went to sit al Laura's desk in the "rolly chair." James sat on the floor at the end of Laura's bed. Laura looked at her glass and saw it was empty. She decided to go get more.
"I'm going to get some water, does anyone want something while I'm out there?" Laura asked.
"Nah, I'm good," Natalie answered.
"I still got some left."
"Ok," Laura said. "Be right back."
She exited the room and went towards the kitchen again. She reached in the refrigerator and grabbed the water pitcher. She poured the glass slowly and picked it up. When she looked on the counter again, there was a centipede crawling along the counter top. Laura let out and audible gasp and brushed it to the floor. It crawled under the counter.
Laura put the pitcher back in the refrigerator and picked up her glass again. As she walked past the living room, the TV abruptly just turned on. It was static like it had been earlier in the week. Horrified, Laura looked at the clock on the VCR.
8:10.
Horrified, Laura turned off the TV with the remote and went over to it. She reached behind it and unplugged it. Something moved inside of it, causing her to jump and scream slightly. She ran back to her room and threw the door open. James was standing at the foot of her bed and Natalie was still sitting, glued to the chair in absolute terror. On the TV screen, was the vision of the well. Laura tried to speak, but her throat was too tight. Unexpectedly, they saw someone come out of the well. Natalie gasped in horror and grabbed James' arm tightly. He, in turn grabbed Laura. The three of them watched as the figure slowly staggered across the field. The person was wearing a white dress, with black hair. Samara.
Samara staggered towards them. None of the teens dared to move. Samara suddenly just crawled out of the TV, her hands and feet were bare, nothing on them except the rotting flesh. Her nails were missing and her hair was matted and knotted. She walked towards the slowly, stopping in front of them. She looked up and looked into their eyes. Her eyes were like electric and her face was too horrifying for words. They screamed loudly and knew no more.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
At 8:30, Laura's mother came home. She put her things down and went into the living room. The floor was wet, and so was the TV screen.
"Laura!" she called. No answer.
"I'm home Laura!" she called again. Still, there was no answer. She listened closely, and, in the background, she could hear something coming from Laura's room. It was the TV. 'She must have left it on again,' she thought. She walked quickly towards the room and found the door was lightly ajar. There was blue light coming from it, confirming that the TV was on. She opened the door and found an alarming sight. Laura and James were both lying on the bed, looking shocked. They were trembling and were mumbling something that she couldn't understand.
Her mother approached her. "Laura!" she grabbed her daughter's arm. Laura jumped up screaming and was struggling to get out of her mother's grip. Laura's mother could understand what she was saying now. She was saying "Natalie!" Laura's mother noticed Natalie sitting limply in the chair. She let go of Laura, causing Laura to fall to the ground. Under Natalie's chair, was a pool of water. She slowly turned the chair around. She looked to see Natalie. The first thing she did was let out a long, loud, terrified cry. Natalie's eyes were wide open and so was her mouth. Her face was horribly deformed and the most that Laura's mother could recognize was her eyes and hair. He skin looked as if it had been burned horrifically and her flesh decomposing. Laura's mother ran out of the bedroom and into the living room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Laura's mother had called the authorities. As they left they told her a bizarre story. Natalie was dead; but there was nothing physically wrong with her. As for James and Laura, they were both insane. They weren't sure why. Laura's mother showed them out the door, not wanting to see what she had seen nearly an hour ago. She closed the door and turned around to the kitchen. On the counter was a tape labeled "COPY." Copy of what? She didn't know why, but something inside her told her to watch and find out.
She took it off the counter and walked into the living room. Slowly, she put it into the VCR and pressed play. Nothing. Only black. She was about to take it out when a ring appeared. She watched as the images slowly flashed before her eyes. An image of a well appeared, and, by that time, she was completely shocked. When it was over, the phone rang. She timidly walked over to answer it. she picked it up and before she could find her voice to speak, a voice came on the phone. It said:
You Will Die In Seven Days.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, that's it. it had to end somewhere. I really didn't plan for the ending to go like this. I was planning something else. Thanks for all the reviews I got. Not one of them was bad. I was kind of shocked at that. I figured that people would tell me I was a bad writer and stuff, but y'all rock. You proved me wrong. Thanks to all my reviewers who are:
Mithralas
Marianna
Lily Martin
Kaya De Crystalline
Free2flywithcows1017
FleeingFaith
Nelisabetha
ChildOfDarkness
GotSparrow
Samara Morgan
AshleyTwin
Bunny
Maryah lytle
Maria Black
Seven is a cool number
LMR
Me
Hina Kariachi Hakubi
Candylicious
Vamperfly
Cristina
Lazyass3
Milleniamisterss
RuthlessStyleFreak
}:.)
Sorna
Tri-hecate
RicheyRichmond
THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH! YOU ROCK!
By Anna Morgan
Day Seven 3:00 pm
Laura came home from school exhausted. She threw her book bag into her closet and collapsed on her bed. The only thing that was on her mind was the tape. It was the seventh day and they were back where they started. 'Just give me a hint,' she thought. 'A clue, anything!' she lie on her bed and fell asleep.
*~*~*~*~*Dream*~*~*~*~*
There was a bright light. Then, she seemed to be floating through the air towards an open field. In the middle of the field was a girl. Samara. She was standing by a well, facing a fence and horses running in a field. A woman came behind her slowly, pausing for a few seconds and then moving foreword. Laura recognized who it was right away; it was Anna. She walked slowly behind Samara and stopped. She was about a foot away when she spoke.
"Isn't it beautiful here, Samara?" she said in a soft voice. Samara didn't answer and, instead, kept looking ahead. Anna sighed.
"Oh, I know things will get better." She said to her daughter. Then, without warning, she took a bag and put it over Samara's face. Samara tried to fight back, but was unsuccessful. When she struggled, Anna hit her head hard with a rock, causing blood to go everywhere. Laura was horrified. This couldn't be the same Anna Morgan! She wanted a child more than anything she wouldn't do that! Then, to make it worse, Anna whispered to her daughter.
"All I ever wanted was you."
Anna pushed Samara's small, limp, body into the well without a care. Laura watched Samara fall. The water was red with blood and her hair was floating on the water. But Laura was surprised when Samara's eyes flew open. She was still alive! She looked up at the top of the well. Anna was putting the lid on. When the lid was all the way on, there was darkness except for the top. There was a white ring.
The Ring.
*~*~*~*~*End of the Dream*~*~*~*~*
Laura's eyes snapped open. She looked at her arm. The burned mark in her arm was as visible as ever before. Things started to come together. Samara was still alive. She must have survived for SEVEN DAYS. Seven days! That's why you have seven days after you watch the tape; Samara survived for seven days! Laura looked at her clock. It was 3:45. She had barley been asleep for an hour. Just then her phone rang. She ran to the living room and answered it. It was James.
"Laura! You'll never believe what I found!" He said excitedly.
"What is it?" Laura responded.
"It's and article in last week's paper. 'Girl found in well buried in Fairview Cemetery!' it goes on about a girl found in a well. Identified as 8YEAR OLD SAMARA MORGAN!" He said quickly.
Laura told him about the dream she had just had. They decided they should get Natalie and get to Laura's ASAP. James called Natalie and called Laura back, saying that Natalie could come. A half hour later, the three were at Laura's house. Laura left a note to her mother and the trio went out the door.
They headed on bikes to the cemetery, not far from the building. It was maybe a mile or so. When they got there, they put their bikes by the fence and went in. James stopped.
"I just thought of something," he said.
"What is it?" Natalie asked him.
"There are over ten thousand graves in here," James replied, "how are we going to find hers?"
"Duh, Jimmy, we find a freshly dug grave," Natalie answered him.
"Don't call me Jimmy! I hate Jimmy!"
"Don't be a blonde then."
James chose to ignore this comment. For almost forty-five minutes, they searched until Laura found it in the back of the cemetery. It was a normal headstone, nothing special. It said her name, DOB (Date Of Birth), DOD (Date Of Death) approximately.
"James, Nat! I found her!" Laura yelled.
Natalie and James ran over to her and stood next to Laura.
"That's sad that she's dead," Laura said. "She just wanted to be heard. That's why she made the tape. To show people what she was going through. You can't just keep things inside of you all the time. Sometimes, people try to express themselves with words, actions, pictures," James stopped Laura suddenly.
James looked at Laura in a weird sort of way. "How do you figure it was Samara who made the tape?"
"Samara said that she didn't make pictures. She SAW them and then they just were. I'll bet that she made the tape with her 'mind pictures' the doctor was talking about."
"I see. That makes more sense than Anna making the tape." Natalie said slowly, deep in thought.
"James what time is it?" Laura asked. James looked at his watch.
"It's about 6:30. Why?" he asked.
"We were babysitting Aiden seven days ago. It was about 8:00 when you two came over," Laura said. "We watched the tape at about . . . 8:10."
They were all silent for a moment. None of them spoke.
"Let's get back to Laura's house," James said. "My parents won't be home until nine. I could stay for a while."
Natalie replied, "Mine won't be home until nine, too. I could stay."
"And my parents get home at 8:30," Laura said.
They grabbed their bikes and went as fast as they could to Laura's house. They shared no words on the way. Occasionally, someone would say something, but other than that, they were silent.
They got back to Laura's house and collapsed on Laura's bed. James sighed loudly. It was now about 7:00.
"You know," he said, "I didn't believe this before, but now I do."
"Amen," Natalie responded.
About forty minutes passed. They did nothing except talk about things. Just things. One memory came up about James.
"Remember in soccer when James' pants fell down and he ran for the goal in his boxers?" Natalie said.
"That was an accident! I didn't mean for my freakin pants to fall down!"
"Sure Jimmy. Anything you say." Laura grinned.
"FOR THE LAST FREAKIN TIME! STOP CALLING ME JIMMY!"
"I don't know about any of you, but I'm thirsty," Natalie said.
"There's stuff in the fridge if you want to get something," Laura said.
"I'll go, too," James added.
"Ok, so will I," Laura gave in.
They went to the kitchen, got something to drink and went back to Laura's room. It was about 8:00. They continued to talk for the next five minutes. Natalie said she was getting uncomfortable and went to sit al Laura's desk in the "rolly chair." James sat on the floor at the end of Laura's bed. Laura looked at her glass and saw it was empty. She decided to go get more.
"I'm going to get some water, does anyone want something while I'm out there?" Laura asked.
"Nah, I'm good," Natalie answered.
"I still got some left."
"Ok," Laura said. "Be right back."
She exited the room and went towards the kitchen again. She reached in the refrigerator and grabbed the water pitcher. She poured the glass slowly and picked it up. When she looked on the counter again, there was a centipede crawling along the counter top. Laura let out and audible gasp and brushed it to the floor. It crawled under the counter.
Laura put the pitcher back in the refrigerator and picked up her glass again. As she walked past the living room, the TV abruptly just turned on. It was static like it had been earlier in the week. Horrified, Laura looked at the clock on the VCR.
8:10.
Horrified, Laura turned off the TV with the remote and went over to it. She reached behind it and unplugged it. Something moved inside of it, causing her to jump and scream slightly. She ran back to her room and threw the door open. James was standing at the foot of her bed and Natalie was still sitting, glued to the chair in absolute terror. On the TV screen, was the vision of the well. Laura tried to speak, but her throat was too tight. Unexpectedly, they saw someone come out of the well. Natalie gasped in horror and grabbed James' arm tightly. He, in turn grabbed Laura. The three of them watched as the figure slowly staggered across the field. The person was wearing a white dress, with black hair. Samara.
Samara staggered towards them. None of the teens dared to move. Samara suddenly just crawled out of the TV, her hands and feet were bare, nothing on them except the rotting flesh. Her nails were missing and her hair was matted and knotted. She walked towards the slowly, stopping in front of them. She looked up and looked into their eyes. Her eyes were like electric and her face was too horrifying for words. They screamed loudly and knew no more.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
At 8:30, Laura's mother came home. She put her things down and went into the living room. The floor was wet, and so was the TV screen.
"Laura!" she called. No answer.
"I'm home Laura!" she called again. Still, there was no answer. She listened closely, and, in the background, she could hear something coming from Laura's room. It was the TV. 'She must have left it on again,' she thought. She walked quickly towards the room and found the door was lightly ajar. There was blue light coming from it, confirming that the TV was on. She opened the door and found an alarming sight. Laura and James were both lying on the bed, looking shocked. They were trembling and were mumbling something that she couldn't understand.
Her mother approached her. "Laura!" she grabbed her daughter's arm. Laura jumped up screaming and was struggling to get out of her mother's grip. Laura's mother could understand what she was saying now. She was saying "Natalie!" Laura's mother noticed Natalie sitting limply in the chair. She let go of Laura, causing Laura to fall to the ground. Under Natalie's chair, was a pool of water. She slowly turned the chair around. She looked to see Natalie. The first thing she did was let out a long, loud, terrified cry. Natalie's eyes were wide open and so was her mouth. Her face was horribly deformed and the most that Laura's mother could recognize was her eyes and hair. He skin looked as if it had been burned horrifically and her flesh decomposing. Laura's mother ran out of the bedroom and into the living room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Laura's mother had called the authorities. As they left they told her a bizarre story. Natalie was dead; but there was nothing physically wrong with her. As for James and Laura, they were both insane. They weren't sure why. Laura's mother showed them out the door, not wanting to see what she had seen nearly an hour ago. She closed the door and turned around to the kitchen. On the counter was a tape labeled "COPY." Copy of what? She didn't know why, but something inside her told her to watch and find out.
She took it off the counter and walked into the living room. Slowly, she put it into the VCR and pressed play. Nothing. Only black. She was about to take it out when a ring appeared. She watched as the images slowly flashed before her eyes. An image of a well appeared, and, by that time, she was completely shocked. When it was over, the phone rang. She timidly walked over to answer it. she picked it up and before she could find her voice to speak, a voice came on the phone. It said:
You Will Die In Seven Days.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, that's it. it had to end somewhere. I really didn't plan for the ending to go like this. I was planning something else. Thanks for all the reviews I got. Not one of them was bad. I was kind of shocked at that. I figured that people would tell me I was a bad writer and stuff, but y'all rock. You proved me wrong. Thanks to all my reviewers who are:
Mithralas
Marianna
Lily Martin
Kaya De Crystalline
Free2flywithcows1017
FleeingFaith
Nelisabetha
ChildOfDarkness
GotSparrow
Samara Morgan
AshleyTwin
Bunny
Maryah lytle
Maria Black
Seven is a cool number
LMR
Me
Hina Kariachi Hakubi
Candylicious
Vamperfly
Cristina
Lazyass3
Milleniamisterss
RuthlessStyleFreak
}:.)
Sorna
Tri-hecate
RicheyRichmond
THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH! YOU ROCK!