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A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner guys! I've been really busy lately, but I have thought up a couple of good ideas for this fic! Thanks for all the people who stood up for me when Happy George (cough, sebastian, cough) was be a you know what. I dun wanna resort to violence here, folks. Believe me, this fic will be completed shortly! Lot's of updating. As the saying goes: Enjoy!
The Ring: She Never Sleeps
(past)
"But daddy, what's happening to mommy?"
"She's very sick, honey, don't touch her. We have to go."
"But daddy, I want to see mommy!"
It was November, a very cold one. It seemed to Ann Uro that it was the worst November she had ever had.
Her mother was sick, sick with some strange, unidentified disease. She looked so sick, thin and pale, so dead, that even her husband was afraid to touch her.
This had happened exactly two weeks after the death of Teika Knoll, and Dana. They had died too.
Ann wondered who was next to die. She couldn't accept the fact that it was her mother. The disease was eating away her life.
Ann went to thinking so far that she wished she would die, instead of her mother.
It was Ann's turn to feed her mother. She slowly walked up the stairs, carrying a bowl of soup. She hated this chore, even though she loved her mother dearly.
"Ann." Her mother called. Since her sickness, her voice had become low and raspy.
She was going crazy, and the old woman knew it.
The old woman knew everything.
"Coming mother." Ann whispered.
Ann walked into the room, just a little bit of soup dripping from the bowl to the floor.
Her mother was curled up on the floor, looking down, but not knowing why. Her eyes were wide, a shocking blue eye, and a dark green one, eyes that were now slowly rolling back into her head.
"M-mother?" Ann gasped.
Her mother was not breathing. Her almost not existent skin was pulled tight onto her bones, making her look dead. She was dead. Her head twisted, twisted almost all the way 'round her head.
And she looked at Ann. She looked at Ann with eyes that were not her own, no, these eyes were cold and dead.
"Ann." Her mother whispered in a very scary voice. Ann was trembling.
"Yes?"
"It's coming for you now, Annabel. You. And you will die, just like I did. Just like I did. You will die just like I did!"
Ann screamed.
"Just like I did!"
"No!"
"Just like I did!"
"You will die, my dear Annabel, just like I did!"
(Present)
"What was that?" Camo whispered.
Silence.
"What?" Mage said.
"I heard a rasping noise." He looked around. Everything was fine, or, as close to fine as the place could be.
"It was probably your imagination." Mage said. It was almost 3:40, and her parents were bound to be worrying by now.
"Yeah." Camo said.
"Let's check out that room." Steve pointed to a completely black room, with the door open.
"I don't think we should."
Mage looked nervous. "I sense something bad." She said.
"Well, you can stay out here if you want, but me and Steve are gonna look for an escape root!" And with that, they walked into the room.
Mage was all alone.
Or so she thought.
"La la la la."
"Huh?"
Mage had heard a child singing, she was sure of it. Right behind her.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" she said.
Silence.
"Hello?"
Nobody answered.
"Oh!"
On the floor was a doll.
It's head was ripped off, and there was a stain on the inside. It looked familiar. What was it?
"Hello, Mage. Let's play. I haven't played in the longest time."
"No! Who are you?"
"Please play with me, Mage. I haven't played in the longest time."
"You're the one who's doing all this?"
"No."
Silence.
"It was Grandmother. She hurt mummy. Grandmother hurt mummy! She did it! SHE DID IT!" the girl screamed, then there was silence once again.
"Grandmother hurt mummy. And now, Mage, I will hurt you."
"No!" Mage screamed.
(Upstairs)
"Hello?" Shane called as he entered the room. It smelled funny, like an old boot. It smelled like sickness.
The room was almost empty, except for a bed with no sheets, and a piece of paper on the floor.
"Hey, what's that?"
Shana Ann picked up the paper, and was about to look at it when there was a scream.
"No!"
"Who was that?" Sandra asked fearfully.
"I'm scared." Shana Ann said.
"Wait a second." Shane whispered. He remembered this room. It was the one he dreamt about the other night!
"Oh no." he cried. He knew something bad was gonna happen.
And something else knew it to. But it was going to wait. Because, you see, IT NEVER SLEEPS.
You will see the signs.
A/N: Ow, my hands hurt! Who will die first? Mage? Shana Ann? Shane? Sandra, Steve or Camo? Only I know that (: But you will know soon enough, too. Just wait, the next chapter is coming soon! I promise!
A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner guys! I've been really busy lately, but I have thought up a couple of good ideas for this fic! Thanks for all the people who stood up for me when Happy George (cough, sebastian, cough) was be a you know what. I dun wanna resort to violence here, folks. Believe me, this fic will be completed shortly! Lot's of updating. As the saying goes: Enjoy!
The Ring: She Never Sleeps
(past)
"But daddy, what's happening to mommy?"
"She's very sick, honey, don't touch her. We have to go."
"But daddy, I want to see mommy!"
It was November, a very cold one. It seemed to Ann Uro that it was the worst November she had ever had.
Her mother was sick, sick with some strange, unidentified disease. She looked so sick, thin and pale, so dead, that even her husband was afraid to touch her.
This had happened exactly two weeks after the death of Teika Knoll, and Dana. They had died too.
Ann wondered who was next to die. She couldn't accept the fact that it was her mother. The disease was eating away her life.
Ann went to thinking so far that she wished she would die, instead of her mother.
It was Ann's turn to feed her mother. She slowly walked up the stairs, carrying a bowl of soup. She hated this chore, even though she loved her mother dearly.
"Ann." Her mother called. Since her sickness, her voice had become low and raspy.
She was going crazy, and the old woman knew it.
The old woman knew everything.
"Coming mother." Ann whispered.
Ann walked into the room, just a little bit of soup dripping from the bowl to the floor.
Her mother was curled up on the floor, looking down, but not knowing why. Her eyes were wide, a shocking blue eye, and a dark green one, eyes that were now slowly rolling back into her head.
"M-mother?" Ann gasped.
Her mother was not breathing. Her almost not existent skin was pulled tight onto her bones, making her look dead. She was dead. Her head twisted, twisted almost all the way 'round her head.
And she looked at Ann. She looked at Ann with eyes that were not her own, no, these eyes were cold and dead.
"Ann." Her mother whispered in a very scary voice. Ann was trembling.
"Yes?"
"It's coming for you now, Annabel. You. And you will die, just like I did. Just like I did. You will die just like I did!"
Ann screamed.
"Just like I did!"
"No!"
"Just like I did!"
"You will die, my dear Annabel, just like I did!"
(Present)
"What was that?" Camo whispered.
Silence.
"What?" Mage said.
"I heard a rasping noise." He looked around. Everything was fine, or, as close to fine as the place could be.
"It was probably your imagination." Mage said. It was almost 3:40, and her parents were bound to be worrying by now.
"Yeah." Camo said.
"Let's check out that room." Steve pointed to a completely black room, with the door open.
"I don't think we should."
Mage looked nervous. "I sense something bad." She said.
"Well, you can stay out here if you want, but me and Steve are gonna look for an escape root!" And with that, they walked into the room.
Mage was all alone.
Or so she thought.
"La la la la."
"Huh?"
Mage had heard a child singing, she was sure of it. Right behind her.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" she said.
Silence.
"Hello?"
Nobody answered.
"Oh!"
On the floor was a doll.
It's head was ripped off, and there was a stain on the inside. It looked familiar. What was it?
"Hello, Mage. Let's play. I haven't played in the longest time."
"No! Who are you?"
"Please play with me, Mage. I haven't played in the longest time."
"You're the one who's doing all this?"
"No."
Silence.
"It was Grandmother. She hurt mummy. Grandmother hurt mummy! She did it! SHE DID IT!" the girl screamed, then there was silence once again.
"Grandmother hurt mummy. And now, Mage, I will hurt you."
"No!" Mage screamed.
(Upstairs)
"Hello?" Shane called as he entered the room. It smelled funny, like an old boot. It smelled like sickness.
The room was almost empty, except for a bed with no sheets, and a piece of paper on the floor.
"Hey, what's that?"
Shana Ann picked up the paper, and was about to look at it when there was a scream.
"No!"
"Who was that?" Sandra asked fearfully.
"I'm scared." Shana Ann said.
"Wait a second." Shane whispered. He remembered this room. It was the one he dreamt about the other night!
"Oh no." he cried. He knew something bad was gonna happen.
And something else knew it to. But it was going to wait. Because, you see, IT NEVER SLEEPS.
You will see the signs.
A/N: Ow, my hands hurt! Who will die first? Mage? Shana Ann? Shane? Sandra, Steve or Camo? Only I know that (: But you will know soon enough, too. Just wait, the next chapter is coming soon! I promise!