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A/N-Hey everyone! I'm baaack! Did ya miss me? North Carolina was okay, but I'm happy to be home. School starts in a few weeks, so I'll have less time to write. I know, it's sad, but I intend to keep this story goin', until I run out of ideas. Okay, chapter nine!
Chapter 9-You Can't Sleep
"Uhh." Rachel groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. As her sight began to slowly clear, she looked into the eyes of her son.
Giving Aiden a small smile, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, her head throbbing.
She was so focused on the pain that she jumped slightly at the sound of a voice. "How are you feeling, Rach?" Eric asked gently, his hands, Rachel could see, were tightly gripping the steering wheel. "After the horse kicked you, it ran down a hill and collapsed in a stream. I would've checked on it, but I didn't want to leave you alone...."
"Thanks," muttered Rachel, rubbing her forehead. "Have there been any more, you know, signs of Samara?"
"Not yet."
Rachel nodded, bringing her hand down into her lap.
"Mom?" Aiden whispered, laying his head on Rachel's arm. "What are we going to do now?"
Rachel opened her mouth to reply, then closed it. She looked into Aiden's worried eyes. "I-I don't know," she said, finally. "The hotel idea didn't work, and it left a lot of people dead."
"Actually-" interrupted Eric. "I was listening to the radio earlier, and all of those people from the hotel had gone into fright. They were all checked into a psychiatric hospital immediately, and it was reported that all they would say to police was 'She wants him....she wants him.'" He bit his lip, glancing over at Rachel. "I think we both know who they were talking about."
Rachel nodded slowly. Aiden stared out of the window, his face deathly white.
They all stayed in that position until they heard a strange crackling sound. Rachel and Eric looked at each other, then looked at the truck speakers.
They stared, horror-stricken, as the crackling slowly changed into a horrible, moaning sound. "Eric, keep your eyes on the road, damn it!" shouted Rachel.
The moaning grew louder and louder. Rachel and Aiden pressed their hands to their ears. Eric gritted his teeth together, squeezing the steering wheel tighter.
The moaning quickly changed into an ear-piercing scream. Eric bit his lip, trying his hardest to concentrate on the road. It felt as though his ear drums were about to explode.
Eric bit his lip tighter, beginning to taste blood. Rachel looked at Eric, tore her hands from her ears, and covered Eric's ears with her own hands. Eric released his lip, sighing slightly.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to drown out the blood-curdling scream. Tears began to form in her eyes, the pain was so horrible. Finally, the screaming stopped, and the truck was filled with silence.
Rachel removed her hands from Eric's ears, and began to rub her head. "Oh, my God," she murmured. "Aiden, are you alright."
Aiden nodded, bringing his hands down.
"How about you, Eric?" she asked, turning towards the truck driver.
"I think I'm okay. Shit, that was painful. What did she do that for?"
Rachel continued to rub at her forehead. "I don't know. Probably to distract you, so that you'd run off of the road, and then we'd have no transportation....but that's just a guess." She added, off of Eric's raised eyebrow.
Aiden laid his head on Rachel's lap, and closed his eyes. "Mom," he began.
Rachel looked down at him. "Yes, honey?"
"I saw your dream. When you were unconscious. I saw you in the room, I saw the little girl. She talked to me. She said that she's really mad at you. She wants you to be awake."
"Wh-what?" stammered Rachel. "Why?"
"I don't know. She just does." Aiden half-opened his eyes. "She said that she doesn't want you to sleep." Aiden closed his eyes once again, and quickly fell asleep.
Rachel shook her head. "I don't understand. Why doesn't Samara want me to sleep?"
"Maybe she wants you to see your son before she takes him away," replied Eric. "Just a guess," he added, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel smiled at him, gently brushing her son's hair off of his face. "Good guess," she said, sarcastically. She turned her head to look out of the window. 'If you're out there, Samara,' she thought. 'I just want you to know, if you want my son, you'll have to catch me.'
To Be Continued..
A/N-I know, I know! It's kinda short, but gimme a break! I just came back from a vacation! I promise, I'll try to make my future chapters longer. Okay, you've read, now review!! As always, no flames, but suggestions/advice is ALWAYS welcome.
A/N-Hey everyone! I'm baaack! Did ya miss me? North Carolina was okay, but I'm happy to be home. School starts in a few weeks, so I'll have less time to write. I know, it's sad, but I intend to keep this story goin', until I run out of ideas. Okay, chapter nine!
Chapter 9-You Can't Sleep
"Uhh." Rachel groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. As her sight began to slowly clear, she looked into the eyes of her son.
Giving Aiden a small smile, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, her head throbbing.
She was so focused on the pain that she jumped slightly at the sound of a voice. "How are you feeling, Rach?" Eric asked gently, his hands, Rachel could see, were tightly gripping the steering wheel. "After the horse kicked you, it ran down a hill and collapsed in a stream. I would've checked on it, but I didn't want to leave you alone...."
"Thanks," muttered Rachel, rubbing her forehead. "Have there been any more, you know, signs of Samara?"
"Not yet."
Rachel nodded, bringing her hand down into her lap.
"Mom?" Aiden whispered, laying his head on Rachel's arm. "What are we going to do now?"
Rachel opened her mouth to reply, then closed it. She looked into Aiden's worried eyes. "I-I don't know," she said, finally. "The hotel idea didn't work, and it left a lot of people dead."
"Actually-" interrupted Eric. "I was listening to the radio earlier, and all of those people from the hotel had gone into fright. They were all checked into a psychiatric hospital immediately, and it was reported that all they would say to police was 'She wants him....she wants him.'" He bit his lip, glancing over at Rachel. "I think we both know who they were talking about."
Rachel nodded slowly. Aiden stared out of the window, his face deathly white.
They all stayed in that position until they heard a strange crackling sound. Rachel and Eric looked at each other, then looked at the truck speakers.
They stared, horror-stricken, as the crackling slowly changed into a horrible, moaning sound. "Eric, keep your eyes on the road, damn it!" shouted Rachel.
The moaning grew louder and louder. Rachel and Aiden pressed their hands to their ears. Eric gritted his teeth together, squeezing the steering wheel tighter.
The moaning quickly changed into an ear-piercing scream. Eric bit his lip, trying his hardest to concentrate on the road. It felt as though his ear drums were about to explode.
Eric bit his lip tighter, beginning to taste blood. Rachel looked at Eric, tore her hands from her ears, and covered Eric's ears with her own hands. Eric released his lip, sighing slightly.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to drown out the blood-curdling scream. Tears began to form in her eyes, the pain was so horrible. Finally, the screaming stopped, and the truck was filled with silence.
Rachel removed her hands from Eric's ears, and began to rub her head. "Oh, my God," she murmured. "Aiden, are you alright."
Aiden nodded, bringing his hands down.
"How about you, Eric?" she asked, turning towards the truck driver.
"I think I'm okay. Shit, that was painful. What did she do that for?"
Rachel continued to rub at her forehead. "I don't know. Probably to distract you, so that you'd run off of the road, and then we'd have no transportation....but that's just a guess." She added, off of Eric's raised eyebrow.
Aiden laid his head on Rachel's lap, and closed his eyes. "Mom," he began.
Rachel looked down at him. "Yes, honey?"
"I saw your dream. When you were unconscious. I saw you in the room, I saw the little girl. She talked to me. She said that she's really mad at you. She wants you to be awake."
"Wh-what?" stammered Rachel. "Why?"
"I don't know. She just does." Aiden half-opened his eyes. "She said that she doesn't want you to sleep." Aiden closed his eyes once again, and quickly fell asleep.
Rachel shook her head. "I don't understand. Why doesn't Samara want me to sleep?"
"Maybe she wants you to see your son before she takes him away," replied Eric. "Just a guess," he added, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel smiled at him, gently brushing her son's hair off of his face. "Good guess," she said, sarcastically. She turned her head to look out of the window. 'If you're out there, Samara,' she thought. 'I just want you to know, if you want my son, you'll have to catch me.'
To Be Continued..
A/N-I know, I know! It's kinda short, but gimme a break! I just came back from a vacation! I promise, I'll try to make my future chapters longer. Okay, you've read, now review!! As always, no flames, but suggestions/advice is ALWAYS welcome.