Title: Haunting Me - The Ring
AN: Okay, long-awaited chapter two is now done! Hope you enjoy this one as much as the first… :D
Setting: A month after where the movie ended.
Time Stared/Ended: n/a
Writing Time: heck, if I know.
Disclaimer: I in no way own The Ring or any characters. They are all a copyright of Dream Works and the other respective companies.
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter 2: The Nightmare Unfolds
It was a rather quiet drive to school that morning. Aidan was busy drawing as usual, his sketchpad balanced on his lap as his pencil made strokes up and down the piece of paper. Rachel would glance back at him every once in a while just to see how he was doing. Still not a word slipped from the young boy's mouth even when he caught her glancing at him.
Aidan knew his mother was rather shaken from last night. He himself had known that it wasn't over, but didn't dare tell his mom, no, he didn't want her even more jumpier than she already was. He gazed down at his picture, all his pencil marks had started to form a scene, he made sure to do a few more before they arrived at school. He wanted to give it to his mom, in hopes to make her feel better, just to help out in any way he could.
Rachel pulled into the schools drive and turned to face her son, giving him a forced calm smile. "Well, here we are, Aidan." She nodded her head to him as he watched his small hands rip a page from his sketchpad. Her smiled turned genuine for a second, seeing that Aidan seemed unaffected by the previous events. She envied him and his way to keep everything bottled in, or to forget about it completely.
He quickly handed the picture to his mother as a small smile broke through on his usually rather gloomy face. "This is for you." He said silently as he watched her take it from him. He waited for a moment, as she looked it over, her eyes examining every detail.
She turned back to him and smiled, a chuckled growing from her throat. "Thank you very much, Aidan. I love it. Absolutely." She sat down the picture and leaned to give her son a kiss, surprisingly he pecked her on the cheek and gathered his sketchpad. She watched him open the door and make his way out of the car and down the path to the school's front doors. She waited just to make sure he got in all right before she drove off.
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Her tired eyes watched the laptop's screen as she typed quickly. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and it made her look like death. It was all she could do to force herself awake to get Aidan to school that morning. But miraculously she was still awake. She knew she should be sleeping to catch up on the loss, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
It was about one o'clock that after noon before she decided to take her hands from the keyboard and relax. She was starting to get a touch of a headache from all the hours she has been staring at the bright monitor. "I think I need lunch…" she mumbled. But just as she got up to go get some her computer screen flashed black. "What…?" She whispered, her face screwing into confusion as she punched the escape button. "Come on! Don't do this…" she pleaded her computer. Yet, it wasn't long before the screen flashed and words started typing themselves across the screen. "I'm coming for you." Was the cryptic message that was left before her eyes.
No! It couldn't be! Rachel wouldn't believe it. She had obviously had one too many cups of coffee and seriously needed to eat. "It's just my imagination." She chuckled uncomfortably though she was trying to reassure herself. "Come on Rach. Don't let it get to you…"
"It's not a dream." Came another line. "It's as real as I am. And you've got a short time left."
Rachel could hear the voice in her head, and it sounded sinister, thoroughly amused in her torture. Quickly she took her finger to the power button and punched it. The computer wouldn't shut off.
"'Tock tock' goes the clock. Watch the hour hand carefully. The time of your demise draws near." There her computer shut off without warning. The whirring noises ceasing, and it falling cold and silent.
She stood in shock, and fear. She felt it jolt up through her body like a wave, destroying everything in its path. "L…lunch." She stuttered as she grabbed her coat and dashed out of her apartment. It was too much for her, and this was starting to get freaky. Samara… Aidan was right. She never sleeps. She is truly a demon, out for one enjoyment, the enjoyment of causing others pain-because she too suffered pain.
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A grin spread the young girl's face. Her long, dark hair flowed over her features and down her shoulders onto a ghost-white dress, which only matched her skin. She looked worn and torn, yet an evil aura surrounded her. "Yes, Rachel." She hissed with pleasure. "Don't worry. I am coming for you." Her grin widened as she giggled, her face twisted with malice. "Wait patiently…"
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AN: Woo! Short chapter, but this was all that needed to be said for this one. :D I promise chapter three will be a tad longer, I just needed to get some things going here and ideas circulated. This just…. Well… unfolds everything like the title says! But yea, Chapter three will be longer. Stay with me!