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for that matter, is actually very funny. I think that I would give a bad
name to all that is movies...considering my personality...
A/N-I'm sorry...the only excuse I have for not updating sooner is the cursed thing known as *gasp*...writer's block!! I completely ran out of ideas for more chapters in this story, until now...I mean, I wrote other stories but...okay, you probably don't care, so I'll just stop...
Oh, and *gracias* to all who reviewed...those who didn't...well...please review now!
Chapter 16-Last Chance
*BANG*
Rachel jumped in her seat and cursed silently. "What the hell...?" She prayed that it wasn't a burst tire. As much as she didn't want to stop, she pressed on the brakes. She threw open the door and ran around the car, looking at all of the tires: they were all still filled.
Rachel sighed with relief. "Thank God...but what made that sound?" She looked at the road behind her and saw on the ground something black smashed onto the ground. She glanced around nervously, making sure that Samara wasn't around, and dashed over to the unknown item on the road.
She crouched down, examining the smashed black...box, it appeared to have once been. She noticed that the lid to the box was covering something. She lifted up the lid and saw three yellow-stained sheets of paper.
A look of confusion and curiosity washed over Rachel's face. She carefully picked up the papers. The paper began to slowly crumble beneath her fingers, staining her fingers yellow. She wiped off the yellow on her shirt, and began to examine the paper on top. In a faded black ink, were the words "She never SLEEPs."
The intensity in which the word "sleep" was written made Rachel wonder if whoever wrote the message was trying to point something specific out about the word. She shook her head in frustration, not understanding what was so important about that word.
Rachel suddenly remembered the two other papers underneath. She looked at the second sheet; it was blank. She sighed, and looked at the third sheet of paper. At first, it appeared to be blank as well, but something red caught her eye. In the bottom-left corner of the paper were the letters "A.M."
Rachel's eyes flared open. "'A.M.,'" she whispered. "A-Anna Morgan...it *can't* be..." She thought about all of the past occurrences that had happened the past few months, and decided that it was possible.
"What are you trying to tell me?" she wondered aloud, before a woman's scream filled her ears. Dropping the papers, Rachel covered her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the ear-pitching scream that seemed to be coming from nowhere.
The scream faded away, and Rachel removed her hands and opened her eyes. The box and papers were gone, leaving only a black mark on the ground. She stood up and began to turn around, before she saw something odd about the mark on the ground; it was in a perfect circle, like a giant hole, and if she didn't know better, it looked that if you were to try and walk upon it, you would fall into a dark nothingness.
Rachel backed away slowly, towards the car. Before she turned around, she saw a ghastly white hand appear from the black circle, scratching at the road. Rachel screamed aloud and sprinted towards the car. As she reached the car door, the door slammed shut.
Rachel grasped the door handle and pulled, but the door remained shut. She glanced back at the hole; Samara's head had appeared. "NO!" she shouted, pounding on the door. Letting out a small whimper, Rachel smashed her hand through the window and unlocked the door.
Her hand was bleeding fiercely, but Rachel took no notice to it. She started the car and slammed on the accelerator. To her horror, the car remained in place, and Samara's wet footsteps were slapping upon the pavement, nearing closer to the car...
Rachel continued to press on the pedal, not knowing what else to do. She looked to her left to look where Samara was, and was met with a head full of hair, looking at her through the glass-less window. Rachel screamed and her foot slipped, pressing the brakes, and the car sped forward.
As soon as Samara was out of sight, Rachel calmed down a bit, but her heart was racing, and she felt slightly nauseous. "Aiden, honey...are you okay?" she asked, attempting to make her breathing normal once again. When there was no response, Rachel glanced in horror over at the passenger-side seat...
Aiden was sitting perfectly upright in his chair and his eyes were open wide, but were staring at nothing. "Aiden!" Rachel shouted, shaking his shoulder with her right hand. As soon as her hand touched his shoulder, his shoulder began to burn fiercely. Smoke began to arise from his shirt, and Rachel yanked her hand away. The smoke that had entered the cuts on her hand caused a horrible stinging sensation in her fingers. She blew cool air on the cuts, trying to stop the stinging.
"Aiden," she whispered, looking helplessly at her son. "Aiden, please wake up," she pleaded, tears pouring down her face. "Please," she added, quietly.
Whether or not Aiden heard her, Rachel did not know, but as soon as she had begged him to wake out of his trance, Aiden jumped slightly and began looking around. "M-Mom?" he asked. "What happened?"
"I don't know. You were in a...trance. Samara almost got us, but it's okay now."
"Anna Morgan," said Aiden after a long pause.
"What? How do you know about Anna?"
"She was the little girl's mother...she tried to help us."
"Yes, yes she did. Aiden, what did she mean by 'she never sleeps'?"
Aiden shook his head. "I don't know, but the little girl was mad that her mom tried to help us, so she made the bad visions come back."
"'Bad visions'?" repeated Rachel, a question in her voice. "What kind of-" Her sentence was cut off as a bright flash blinded her for a second, and then faded.
As her vision came back, Rachel saw that she was in a small room, where all of the walls were painted the darkest black Rachel had ever seen. She suspected that they were walls, since the ceiling and floor were both cream- colored. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared behind her, breathing a raspy breath down her neck.
Rachel shuddered, and spun around, to be met with a chalk-white face. Rachel recoiled backwards into one of the walls. The face opened its mouth, and a long white rope-like object was pulled from its insides. It made a horrible gagging sound, and Rachel snapped her eyes shut.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she was on the edge of a tall cliff. She looked down at the bottom, where sharp rocks were sticking out from the water. She felt two small hands on her back as she fell off of the ledge. The razor-sharp rocks came closer and closer until...
Darkness...and a young girl's voice poured into her ears. "It won't stop..." it whispered, so evilly that it sent a chill up Rachel's spine.
"...Mom?"
Rachel opened her eyes; she was back on the road. "Oh, my God," she whispered. "Anna didn't commit suicide," she realized. "Samara killed her for revenge. Oh, my God...that's how Anna was able to help me...her soul is still with Samara."
"Not anymore."
"What?"
"Samara did the same thing to Anna as she did to Katie; she isn't dead anymore...she's nothing."
"Great," groaned Rachel. "*Now* how are we going to find out what Anna wants us to do?"
Aiden shook his head. "I don't know, Mom. What did the message say?"
"'She never sleeps. There's a sentence I haven't heard enough," she added, sarcastically, rubbing at her forehead. Her right hand was still in pain, but it wasn't bleeding anymore. Rachel sighed; she was completely out of ideas of what to do.
Rachel and Aiden drove the next hour or so in complete silence, trying to figure out what Anna had tried to tell them.
They entered a small town, where only a small motel, a gas station, a doctor's office, and a few houses were present.
'She never sleeps,' thought Rachel. 'Well, I know *that.* What is so important about telling me it again, and why is the word 'sleep' so special?' Rachel groaned. She was getting nowhere fast, and she was still miles away from where she needed to get to.
'Sleep,' she thought again. 'I'd like to go to sleep. It's been days since I've slept last. Sleep...wait a minute! I think I've got it! Samara can't kill us if we're asleep! She can merely torment us, but she can't *kill* us! So, if Aiden and I go to sleep, and try to...connect somehow, we can get to the psychiatric hospital in the dream, because people say that it is possible to control dreams! But how are we going to go to sleep quickly with all of this pressure?'
She looked out of the window and saw a gas station ahead. "Perfect!" she said. "Aiden, I'm going to run inside, give the owner a five dollar bill, and grab a pack of sleeping pills. Do you understand?"
Aiden nodded. "Yeah, and I think your plan just *might* work."
Rachel sighed in relief. "Good, but can you make us have the same dream, you know, together?"
"Yes, I think so."
Rachel pulled into the parking lot of the gas station and jumped out of the car. She dashed inside, slammed the five dollar bill on the counter in front of a worker. She ran into the medication isle and grabbed the first pack of sleeping pills she saw.
As she was leaving the store, the worker tried to give her back her change. Rachel waved the worker off, and climbed into the car, handing the pills to Aiden. She buckled her seatbelt and started the car which, to her surprise, started without any problems.
As they left the small town, Aiden ripped the package open. "It says that if we take one, it should work within half-an-hour," he said, reading the instructions.
"Okay, so we'll each take one, and hope it keeps us asleep for a while." Aiden handed
Rachel a pill. Rachel dry-swallowed the pill, and winced as it scratched the inside of her throat.
Aiden did the same, but didn't seem to mind the feeling of dry-swallowing. "I hope this works, Mom."
"So do I...it's the last chance that we have," Rachel replied, her stomach fluttering with nerves as she realized that it really *was* the last chance that they had. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'I'm pretty sure that this will work, and if it doesn't, maybe someone will find us on the road, asleep, and take us somewhere safe.'
After about fifteen minutes of driving, Rachel could feel the pills already taking effect. She really wanted to sleep, but couldn't stop until she was on the borderline of light sleep and deep sleep.
Everything around her was slowly getting darker and darker. Her head was fighting to stay upright, and her eyelids had never felt so heavy.
Suddenly, she felt as though she was falling.falling.and hitting the ground. She jerked upright as she realized that she had been in a light sleep. "It's time to stop," she yawned.
Aiden nodded. He was nearly asleep as well. Rachel pulled the car over to the side of the road, and climbed into the back bench. She put her back against the back of the bench and curled her legs to fit the limited amount of room. Aiden laid down in front of her on the bench.
Rachel wrapped her arms around her son and embraced him as they both fell into a deep sleep.
To Be Continued.
A/N-Yea! Another chappie in the bag! Sorry, I'm listening to music, and I'm excited about (finally) writing another chapter after *so* long! Review and make me happy! But please be honest.not an 'evil' honest, an honest that.well, you know what I mean.I'm sorry for making this so damn complicated! :-) Review!
A/N-I'm sorry...the only excuse I have for not updating sooner is the cursed thing known as *gasp*...writer's block!! I completely ran out of ideas for more chapters in this story, until now...I mean, I wrote other stories but...okay, you probably don't care, so I'll just stop...
Oh, and *gracias* to all who reviewed...those who didn't...well...please review now!
Chapter 16-Last Chance
*BANG*
Rachel jumped in her seat and cursed silently. "What the hell...?" She prayed that it wasn't a burst tire. As much as she didn't want to stop, she pressed on the brakes. She threw open the door and ran around the car, looking at all of the tires: they were all still filled.
Rachel sighed with relief. "Thank God...but what made that sound?" She looked at the road behind her and saw on the ground something black smashed onto the ground. She glanced around nervously, making sure that Samara wasn't around, and dashed over to the unknown item on the road.
She crouched down, examining the smashed black...box, it appeared to have once been. She noticed that the lid to the box was covering something. She lifted up the lid and saw three yellow-stained sheets of paper.
A look of confusion and curiosity washed over Rachel's face. She carefully picked up the papers. The paper began to slowly crumble beneath her fingers, staining her fingers yellow. She wiped off the yellow on her shirt, and began to examine the paper on top. In a faded black ink, were the words "She never SLEEPs."
The intensity in which the word "sleep" was written made Rachel wonder if whoever wrote the message was trying to point something specific out about the word. She shook her head in frustration, not understanding what was so important about that word.
Rachel suddenly remembered the two other papers underneath. She looked at the second sheet; it was blank. She sighed, and looked at the third sheet of paper. At first, it appeared to be blank as well, but something red caught her eye. In the bottom-left corner of the paper were the letters "A.M."
Rachel's eyes flared open. "'A.M.,'" she whispered. "A-Anna Morgan...it *can't* be..." She thought about all of the past occurrences that had happened the past few months, and decided that it was possible.
"What are you trying to tell me?" she wondered aloud, before a woman's scream filled her ears. Dropping the papers, Rachel covered her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the ear-pitching scream that seemed to be coming from nowhere.
The scream faded away, and Rachel removed her hands and opened her eyes. The box and papers were gone, leaving only a black mark on the ground. She stood up and began to turn around, before she saw something odd about the mark on the ground; it was in a perfect circle, like a giant hole, and if she didn't know better, it looked that if you were to try and walk upon it, you would fall into a dark nothingness.
Rachel backed away slowly, towards the car. Before she turned around, she saw a ghastly white hand appear from the black circle, scratching at the road. Rachel screamed aloud and sprinted towards the car. As she reached the car door, the door slammed shut.
Rachel grasped the door handle and pulled, but the door remained shut. She glanced back at the hole; Samara's head had appeared. "NO!" she shouted, pounding on the door. Letting out a small whimper, Rachel smashed her hand through the window and unlocked the door.
Her hand was bleeding fiercely, but Rachel took no notice to it. She started the car and slammed on the accelerator. To her horror, the car remained in place, and Samara's wet footsteps were slapping upon the pavement, nearing closer to the car...
Rachel continued to press on the pedal, not knowing what else to do. She looked to her left to look where Samara was, and was met with a head full of hair, looking at her through the glass-less window. Rachel screamed and her foot slipped, pressing the brakes, and the car sped forward.
As soon as Samara was out of sight, Rachel calmed down a bit, but her heart was racing, and she felt slightly nauseous. "Aiden, honey...are you okay?" she asked, attempting to make her breathing normal once again. When there was no response, Rachel glanced in horror over at the passenger-side seat...
Aiden was sitting perfectly upright in his chair and his eyes were open wide, but were staring at nothing. "Aiden!" Rachel shouted, shaking his shoulder with her right hand. As soon as her hand touched his shoulder, his shoulder began to burn fiercely. Smoke began to arise from his shirt, and Rachel yanked her hand away. The smoke that had entered the cuts on her hand caused a horrible stinging sensation in her fingers. She blew cool air on the cuts, trying to stop the stinging.
"Aiden," she whispered, looking helplessly at her son. "Aiden, please wake up," she pleaded, tears pouring down her face. "Please," she added, quietly.
Whether or not Aiden heard her, Rachel did not know, but as soon as she had begged him to wake out of his trance, Aiden jumped slightly and began looking around. "M-Mom?" he asked. "What happened?"
"I don't know. You were in a...trance. Samara almost got us, but it's okay now."
"Anna Morgan," said Aiden after a long pause.
"What? How do you know about Anna?"
"She was the little girl's mother...she tried to help us."
"Yes, yes she did. Aiden, what did she mean by 'she never sleeps'?"
Aiden shook his head. "I don't know, but the little girl was mad that her mom tried to help us, so she made the bad visions come back."
"'Bad visions'?" repeated Rachel, a question in her voice. "What kind of-" Her sentence was cut off as a bright flash blinded her for a second, and then faded.
As her vision came back, Rachel saw that she was in a small room, where all of the walls were painted the darkest black Rachel had ever seen. She suspected that they were walls, since the ceiling and floor were both cream- colored. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared behind her, breathing a raspy breath down her neck.
Rachel shuddered, and spun around, to be met with a chalk-white face. Rachel recoiled backwards into one of the walls. The face opened its mouth, and a long white rope-like object was pulled from its insides. It made a horrible gagging sound, and Rachel snapped her eyes shut.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she was on the edge of a tall cliff. She looked down at the bottom, where sharp rocks were sticking out from the water. She felt two small hands on her back as she fell off of the ledge. The razor-sharp rocks came closer and closer until...
Darkness...and a young girl's voice poured into her ears. "It won't stop..." it whispered, so evilly that it sent a chill up Rachel's spine.
"...Mom?"
Rachel opened her eyes; she was back on the road. "Oh, my God," she whispered. "Anna didn't commit suicide," she realized. "Samara killed her for revenge. Oh, my God...that's how Anna was able to help me...her soul is still with Samara."
"Not anymore."
"What?"
"Samara did the same thing to Anna as she did to Katie; she isn't dead anymore...she's nothing."
"Great," groaned Rachel. "*Now* how are we going to find out what Anna wants us to do?"
Aiden shook his head. "I don't know, Mom. What did the message say?"
"'She never sleeps. There's a sentence I haven't heard enough," she added, sarcastically, rubbing at her forehead. Her right hand was still in pain, but it wasn't bleeding anymore. Rachel sighed; she was completely out of ideas of what to do.
Rachel and Aiden drove the next hour or so in complete silence, trying to figure out what Anna had tried to tell them.
They entered a small town, where only a small motel, a gas station, a doctor's office, and a few houses were present.
'She never sleeps,' thought Rachel. 'Well, I know *that.* What is so important about telling me it again, and why is the word 'sleep' so special?' Rachel groaned. She was getting nowhere fast, and she was still miles away from where she needed to get to.
'Sleep,' she thought again. 'I'd like to go to sleep. It's been days since I've slept last. Sleep...wait a minute! I think I've got it! Samara can't kill us if we're asleep! She can merely torment us, but she can't *kill* us! So, if Aiden and I go to sleep, and try to...connect somehow, we can get to the psychiatric hospital in the dream, because people say that it is possible to control dreams! But how are we going to go to sleep quickly with all of this pressure?'
She looked out of the window and saw a gas station ahead. "Perfect!" she said. "Aiden, I'm going to run inside, give the owner a five dollar bill, and grab a pack of sleeping pills. Do you understand?"
Aiden nodded. "Yeah, and I think your plan just *might* work."
Rachel sighed in relief. "Good, but can you make us have the same dream, you know, together?"
"Yes, I think so."
Rachel pulled into the parking lot of the gas station and jumped out of the car. She dashed inside, slammed the five dollar bill on the counter in front of a worker. She ran into the medication isle and grabbed the first pack of sleeping pills she saw.
As she was leaving the store, the worker tried to give her back her change. Rachel waved the worker off, and climbed into the car, handing the pills to Aiden. She buckled her seatbelt and started the car which, to her surprise, started without any problems.
As they left the small town, Aiden ripped the package open. "It says that if we take one, it should work within half-an-hour," he said, reading the instructions.
"Okay, so we'll each take one, and hope it keeps us asleep for a while." Aiden handed
Rachel a pill. Rachel dry-swallowed the pill, and winced as it scratched the inside of her throat.
Aiden did the same, but didn't seem to mind the feeling of dry-swallowing. "I hope this works, Mom."
"So do I...it's the last chance that we have," Rachel replied, her stomach fluttering with nerves as she realized that it really *was* the last chance that they had. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'I'm pretty sure that this will work, and if it doesn't, maybe someone will find us on the road, asleep, and take us somewhere safe.'
After about fifteen minutes of driving, Rachel could feel the pills already taking effect. She really wanted to sleep, but couldn't stop until she was on the borderline of light sleep and deep sleep.
Everything around her was slowly getting darker and darker. Her head was fighting to stay upright, and her eyelids had never felt so heavy.
Suddenly, she felt as though she was falling.falling.and hitting the ground. She jerked upright as she realized that she had been in a light sleep. "It's time to stop," she yawned.
Aiden nodded. He was nearly asleep as well. Rachel pulled the car over to the side of the road, and climbed into the back bench. She put her back against the back of the bench and curled her legs to fit the limited amount of room. Aiden laid down in front of her on the bench.
Rachel wrapped her arms around her son and embraced him as they both fell into a deep sleep.
To Be Continued.
A/N-Yea! Another chappie in the bag! Sorry, I'm listening to music, and I'm excited about (finally) writing another chapter after *so* long! Review and make me happy! But please be honest.not an 'evil' honest, an honest that.well, you know what I mean.I'm sorry for making this so damn complicated! :-) Review!