Aiden sat in his room, thinking about the killer video tape and Samara's victims. It had been three years. Three years since his mother and he watched the tape. And three years since Noah died.
'I wonder what happens to them.. I mean, when she.. Kills them. Where do they go?' Aiden thought. His mother found it easy enough to believe they all went to Heaven, or Hell.. Wherever they belonged. Or maybe she just didn't want to believe their souls were trapped, if they even were. That's what Aiden thought. He thought, when she killed them, their souls became trapped in the tape.
"If only there were a way of knowing.. " He thought aloud.
"Knowing what?" Came Rachel Keller's voice from behind him. Aiden turned to find his mother standing in the doorframe, drying a dish. "Knowing what?" She repeated.
"What grade I got on my Math test." Aiden replied.
"Aiden, I know when there's something serious on your mind." Rachel bit her lower lip. "You aren't thinking about the.. Tape again, are you?"
Her son nodded. Rachel stepped into the room and set the dish and rag on his nightstand. "Aiden, it's over. You don't have to worry about it any longer."
Aiden jumped up, infuriated. How could she say it was over? "How can you say that?" He was taking an awful tone with his mother, but he couldn't control his temper.
"Aiden, don't you take that tone with me!" Rachel gave him a look, but he wouldn't stand down.
"How can you say it's over?" He repeated. "It will never be over. She never sleeps, you know that. We practically work for her, besides!"
Rachel sighed. "I'm sorry, Aiden. I know it's never over.. But.. What do you mean by that? Work for her?"
The boy couldn't see how his mother didn't understand. "We had to show the tape to someone else. I would have died otherwise. And you, without meaning to do any harm, showed it to Noah.. He showed it to no one else, that's why he died."
"I know that, Aiden. But what do you mean?"
"Don't you see? We showed the tape to the neighbors, but we just couldn't let them die.. They did nothing to deserve it. So we helped them. And we helped the people they showed the tape to. And we'll keep doing it until the day we die. It'll never stop. People's lives lie in our hands, and ours alone."
"Aiden.. "
"What, Rachel? What?"
Rachel sighed again. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.. " He'd finally started calling her 'mother' or 'mom' 3 years ago, after those terrible events. She didn't want him falling back into the habit of calling her by her first name. He usually only did so when he was very frustrated, or angry.
Aiden shook his head, took a few deep breathes, and sat back down next to his mom. "For what?"
"If I just didn't get involved, if I didn't just HAVE to investigate the killer tape, and Katie's death.. None of this would be lying upon your shoulders." It had been a while since either of them spoke of Katie, or her death. Aiden felt bad for being so rude to his mom. If it weren't for her, neither of them would be around to help anyone else who might see the tape. It wouldn't matter if they destroyed every copy in the world, Samara would just make more. And if neither of them were there, more people would die.
"What's done is done. That was then, and this is now. There's nothing more we can do for Katie, or Noah.. Or anyone else from then.. We can only help the people that might watch the tape now. It's fate." He said simply, shrugging as if it were no longer a great deal.
"You know I don't believe in Fate." Rachel smiled weakly.
"Yeah, I know you don't like someone making choices for you. Deciding your future." Aiden too smiled, also weakly.
"Is there something else on your mind? You never told me.. You said something about, if there were only a way of knowing.. " Rachel looked at her son, a frown upon her face.
"Knowing.. Where they go. Where the victims, their souls, their essence.. Whatever you'd like to call it. Do they really go to Heaven or Hell? What if there's more to it than there seems?"
"There's only one way to know.. And I won't let that happen." Rachel replied.
Aiden nodded. He knew what his mother was saying. The only way to know, would be to watch the tape and let Samara come and kill you. But watching the tape again would do nothing for them, they had seen it, they had escaped Samara's wrath. But maybe there was another way..
"Look, Aiden... We just need to try and forget about the tape. Or how it effected our lives. We just need to focus on helping anyone else who may come across it." Rachel stood up, hoping that was the end of their conversation. She picked up the dish and rag and walked back out of the room. "Now, you have homework. I suggest you start on it." And that was the last word.
Aiden sighed. 'I need to know.' He thought. Aiden looked back down at the nightstand to see the time, but instead of his digital clock being there.. The killer tape had taken its place. His eyes widened slightly and he shivered. "Something isn't right." He voiced his thoughts, and looked towards the curtains. The windows were shut, yet they were blowing around as if there were a light wind. And Aiden heard a whisper.. A few whispers. He couldn't make out what they were saying, nor where they were coming from. But after a moment.. "Katie... Noah?" They were coming from.. The tape.
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Nelisabetha- Aah! Cliff-hangerishness! Or something like that. Really.. No.. Wait.. Maybe. I don't know. Sorry it's so short, I'm working on the next chapter now. Ahahahaha! Tell me what you think, and what I can do to improve this. :-P Probably won't listen to you though. Hahaha. *twitch* ToOdLeZ!
'I wonder what happens to them.. I mean, when she.. Kills them. Where do they go?' Aiden thought. His mother found it easy enough to believe they all went to Heaven, or Hell.. Wherever they belonged. Or maybe she just didn't want to believe their souls were trapped, if they even were. That's what Aiden thought. He thought, when she killed them, their souls became trapped in the tape.
"If only there were a way of knowing.. " He thought aloud.
"Knowing what?" Came Rachel Keller's voice from behind him. Aiden turned to find his mother standing in the doorframe, drying a dish. "Knowing what?" She repeated.
"What grade I got on my Math test." Aiden replied.
"Aiden, I know when there's something serious on your mind." Rachel bit her lower lip. "You aren't thinking about the.. Tape again, are you?"
Her son nodded. Rachel stepped into the room and set the dish and rag on his nightstand. "Aiden, it's over. You don't have to worry about it any longer."
Aiden jumped up, infuriated. How could she say it was over? "How can you say that?" He was taking an awful tone with his mother, but he couldn't control his temper.
"Aiden, don't you take that tone with me!" Rachel gave him a look, but he wouldn't stand down.
"How can you say it's over?" He repeated. "It will never be over. She never sleeps, you know that. We practically work for her, besides!"
Rachel sighed. "I'm sorry, Aiden. I know it's never over.. But.. What do you mean by that? Work for her?"
The boy couldn't see how his mother didn't understand. "We had to show the tape to someone else. I would have died otherwise. And you, without meaning to do any harm, showed it to Noah.. He showed it to no one else, that's why he died."
"I know that, Aiden. But what do you mean?"
"Don't you see? We showed the tape to the neighbors, but we just couldn't let them die.. They did nothing to deserve it. So we helped them. And we helped the people they showed the tape to. And we'll keep doing it until the day we die. It'll never stop. People's lives lie in our hands, and ours alone."
"Aiden.. "
"What, Rachel? What?"
Rachel sighed again. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.. " He'd finally started calling her 'mother' or 'mom' 3 years ago, after those terrible events. She didn't want him falling back into the habit of calling her by her first name. He usually only did so when he was very frustrated, or angry.
Aiden shook his head, took a few deep breathes, and sat back down next to his mom. "For what?"
"If I just didn't get involved, if I didn't just HAVE to investigate the killer tape, and Katie's death.. None of this would be lying upon your shoulders." It had been a while since either of them spoke of Katie, or her death. Aiden felt bad for being so rude to his mom. If it weren't for her, neither of them would be around to help anyone else who might see the tape. It wouldn't matter if they destroyed every copy in the world, Samara would just make more. And if neither of them were there, more people would die.
"What's done is done. That was then, and this is now. There's nothing more we can do for Katie, or Noah.. Or anyone else from then.. We can only help the people that might watch the tape now. It's fate." He said simply, shrugging as if it were no longer a great deal.
"You know I don't believe in Fate." Rachel smiled weakly.
"Yeah, I know you don't like someone making choices for you. Deciding your future." Aiden too smiled, also weakly.
"Is there something else on your mind? You never told me.. You said something about, if there were only a way of knowing.. " Rachel looked at her son, a frown upon her face.
"Knowing.. Where they go. Where the victims, their souls, their essence.. Whatever you'd like to call it. Do they really go to Heaven or Hell? What if there's more to it than there seems?"
"There's only one way to know.. And I won't let that happen." Rachel replied.
Aiden nodded. He knew what his mother was saying. The only way to know, would be to watch the tape and let Samara come and kill you. But watching the tape again would do nothing for them, they had seen it, they had escaped Samara's wrath. But maybe there was another way..
"Look, Aiden... We just need to try and forget about the tape. Or how it effected our lives. We just need to focus on helping anyone else who may come across it." Rachel stood up, hoping that was the end of their conversation. She picked up the dish and rag and walked back out of the room. "Now, you have homework. I suggest you start on it." And that was the last word.
Aiden sighed. 'I need to know.' He thought. Aiden looked back down at the nightstand to see the time, but instead of his digital clock being there.. The killer tape had taken its place. His eyes widened slightly and he shivered. "Something isn't right." He voiced his thoughts, and looked towards the curtains. The windows were shut, yet they were blowing around as if there were a light wind. And Aiden heard a whisper.. A few whispers. He couldn't make out what they were saying, nor where they were coming from. But after a moment.. "Katie... Noah?" They were coming from.. The tape.
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Nelisabetha- Aah! Cliff-hangerishness! Or something like that. Really.. No.. Wait.. Maybe. I don't know. Sorry it's so short, I'm working on the next chapter now. Ahahahaha! Tell me what you think, and what I can do to improve this. :-P Probably won't listen to you though. Hahaha. *twitch* ToOdLeZ!