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Chapter 2-The Radio
Aiden and Rachel ran down the stairs and jumped into her car. As they buckled their seat belts, Aiden looked at Rachel. "Mom, what's going on? Tell me the complete truth."
Rachel looked at Aiden. "I..s-saw N-Noah," she stammered. "Or..w-what Samara did to-to Noah. He told me that..that.." She broke off, on the verge of tears. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. "..he told me that Samara wanted to take you away from me...to help her kill the people who watch the video."
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at her son. His eyes were wide and he looked frozen. "Honey?" she asked, quietly.
Aiden looked at her. "Mom?" he whispered. "Where are you planning on taking us?"
Rachel swallowed. "Somewhere I hope she won't find us...like I said, if she does find us, we run." Aiden nodded. Rachel started the car and pulled out of her parking space. As she drove out of the parking garage, she had to decide where they were going to go. 'Oh shit..' she thought. 'I have NO idea where we're going to go at all..somewhere..somewhere without a way for her to get at us. Somewhere without a TV. Maybe...'
Her thoughts were cut off by a crackling sound. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, thinking that the sound was in her head..but it was still there..a faint cracking sound..Rachel glanced at the radio The sound was nearly off, but not quite. She reached to turn the volume down when the knob slowly began to turn..slowly, slowly..until the volume almost all of the way up..
Then, all of a sudden, an ear-pitching sound came out of the speakers. Rachel winced. She had heard that sound before..on the video. Rachel's heart began to race. Once again, she reached for the volume knob. As she came within a few centimeters of it, she received a slight electric shock.
Rachel immediately pulled her hand back. "Damn," she whispered under her breath. She looked at her son, his face still set with fear. Suddenly, as quickly as it came, the ear-pitching sound stopped.and the car was quiet..until Rachel heard someone breathing. She looked at Aiden; his mouth was closed. She looked up and saw a semi-truck right in front of her.
She swerved, just missing it. The breathing was still there. Then a voice came on. "How do you make these pictures, Samara?" Rachel gasped. It was a recording of the tape she had seen at Richard Morgan's house that night. Then Samara's voice came on, very clearly. "I don't MAKE them, I see them..then they just..are." Rachel's breathing became heavy. She reached for the 'seek' button and pushed it. "I love my mommy." Rachel gasped and then pushed the button again. "Of course you do, but you don't want to hurt your mommy anymore, do you, Samara?" Rachel pushed it again. "You don't want to hurt anybody." And again. "But, I do..and I'm sorry." Rachel drew her hand back. "It won't stop.." Rachel reached for the volume button and muted the sound, ignoring the shock...
..Silence..Rachel sighed and rubbed her forehead. Suddenly, as loud as before, Samara's voice returned. "But it doesn't matter...because now I'll have a friend..won't I, Aiden? A good friend.."
Aiden began to breathe as heavily as Rachel as the voice continued.
"I won't hafta be alone anymore. I'll have someone with me to hurt all of the bad people who were mean to me...don't worry, Aiden...we'll have fun. It's fun hurting people."
"NO!!!!!!!!" Rachel pulled over into a gas station and began to hit the radio, bursting into tears. "NO! NO! NO! I WON'T LET YOU!!!"
But the voice continued, getting softer and softer. "Aiden! Aiden...aiden.." until it finally stopped, and another voice came on the radio: "And we'll be right back to Station 99.7 after these advertisements.."
Rachel stopped hitting the radio and leaned back in her chair and continued to sob. She only stopped when she noticed that her shoes were wet. She took off her shoe and looked at it. It was soaked with some kind of green water. She smelled it..well water. "Oh my god..no."
She leaned over and began to take off Aiden's shoe. As she pulled up his pant's leg, she saw Samara's hand print burned onto his ankle. She gasped. "Aiden, when did this happen?"
Aiden looked at Rachel. "Just now.." he whispered. "But, she c-couldn't get me.."
Rachel took off Aiden's shoe and looked at it. It too was soaked in well water, with a fingernail stuck in the shoelace...
Suddenly, the ear-pitching sound came back on, closely followed by Samara's voice. "I'm coming...."
To be continued...
A/N-So, what do you think? Is it good? PLEASE review! PLEASE! Ok, thanks!
Chapter 2-The Radio
Aiden and Rachel ran down the stairs and jumped into her car. As they buckled their seat belts, Aiden looked at Rachel. "Mom, what's going on? Tell me the complete truth."
Rachel looked at Aiden. "I..s-saw N-Noah," she stammered. "Or..w-what Samara did to-to Noah. He told me that..that.." She broke off, on the verge of tears. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. "..he told me that Samara wanted to take you away from me...to help her kill the people who watch the video."
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at her son. His eyes were wide and he looked frozen. "Honey?" she asked, quietly.
Aiden looked at her. "Mom?" he whispered. "Where are you planning on taking us?"
Rachel swallowed. "Somewhere I hope she won't find us...like I said, if she does find us, we run." Aiden nodded. Rachel started the car and pulled out of her parking space. As she drove out of the parking garage, she had to decide where they were going to go. 'Oh shit..' she thought. 'I have NO idea where we're going to go at all..somewhere..somewhere without a way for her to get at us. Somewhere without a TV. Maybe...'
Her thoughts were cut off by a crackling sound. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, thinking that the sound was in her head..but it was still there..a faint cracking sound..Rachel glanced at the radio The sound was nearly off, but not quite. She reached to turn the volume down when the knob slowly began to turn..slowly, slowly..until the volume almost all of the way up..
Then, all of a sudden, an ear-pitching sound came out of the speakers. Rachel winced. She had heard that sound before..on the video. Rachel's heart began to race. Once again, she reached for the volume knob. As she came within a few centimeters of it, she received a slight electric shock.
Rachel immediately pulled her hand back. "Damn," she whispered under her breath. She looked at her son, his face still set with fear. Suddenly, as quickly as it came, the ear-pitching sound stopped.and the car was quiet..until Rachel heard someone breathing. She looked at Aiden; his mouth was closed. She looked up and saw a semi-truck right in front of her.
She swerved, just missing it. The breathing was still there. Then a voice came on. "How do you make these pictures, Samara?" Rachel gasped. It was a recording of the tape she had seen at Richard Morgan's house that night. Then Samara's voice came on, very clearly. "I don't MAKE them, I see them..then they just..are." Rachel's breathing became heavy. She reached for the 'seek' button and pushed it. "I love my mommy." Rachel gasped and then pushed the button again. "Of course you do, but you don't want to hurt your mommy anymore, do you, Samara?" Rachel pushed it again. "You don't want to hurt anybody." And again. "But, I do..and I'm sorry." Rachel drew her hand back. "It won't stop.." Rachel reached for the volume button and muted the sound, ignoring the shock...
..Silence..Rachel sighed and rubbed her forehead. Suddenly, as loud as before, Samara's voice returned. "But it doesn't matter...because now I'll have a friend..won't I, Aiden? A good friend.."
Aiden began to breathe as heavily as Rachel as the voice continued.
"I won't hafta be alone anymore. I'll have someone with me to hurt all of the bad people who were mean to me...don't worry, Aiden...we'll have fun. It's fun hurting people."
"NO!!!!!!!!" Rachel pulled over into a gas station and began to hit the radio, bursting into tears. "NO! NO! NO! I WON'T LET YOU!!!"
But the voice continued, getting softer and softer. "Aiden! Aiden...aiden.." until it finally stopped, and another voice came on the radio: "And we'll be right back to Station 99.7 after these advertisements.."
Rachel stopped hitting the radio and leaned back in her chair and continued to sob. She only stopped when she noticed that her shoes were wet. She took off her shoe and looked at it. It was soaked with some kind of green water. She smelled it..well water. "Oh my god..no."
She leaned over and began to take off Aiden's shoe. As she pulled up his pant's leg, she saw Samara's hand print burned onto his ankle. She gasped. "Aiden, when did this happen?"
Aiden looked at Rachel. "Just now.." he whispered. "But, she c-couldn't get me.."
Rachel took off Aiden's shoe and looked at it. It too was soaked in well water, with a fingernail stuck in the shoelace...
Suddenly, the ear-pitching sound came back on, closely followed by Samara's voice. "I'm coming...."
To be continued...
A/N-So, what do you think? Is it good? PLEASE review! PLEASE! Ok, thanks!