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Author's Notes: omfg. otogi.
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It had been a long drive, and unbearably long one, and when Seto pulled up infront of the main Shelter Mountain Inn building, he had almost forgotten why, exactly, he had taken that drive in the first place. But he got out of his car anyway, and went inside.
As soon as he opened the door, he heard the annoying chime of an overhead bell. Scowling, Seto looked over to the front desk, where a man who looked far too young to be in charge of such an establishment was standing behind. He appeared to be playing with a pile of dice-- each a different colour than the other. The man looked up as soon as Seto made his way over to the desk, and he grinned.
".. Hey," started Seto, "I was wondering--"
"Pick a di, any di!" the man grinned, and swept the dice off of the desk and into a bucket. He held it up infront of Seto, who was starting to look annoyed already, "Go ahead." he closed his eyes, so as not to see which Seto picked, "and put it back when you're done."
Seto muttered something quietly, but he reached into the bucket and pulled out a dark blue di, eyeing it for a moment before dropping it back into the bucket. "There."
The man shook the bucket around, and reached inside. He pulled out a green one, "That your di?"
Seto didn't even give it much of a look before shaking his head, "No."
".. Damn."
"I was wondering if you'd remember someone from a week ago."
".. Was there a problem?"
Seto shrugged, and shook his head again, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a picture of Blade and his friends, "It's my nephew. He sort of ran out on his parents." the manager slowly pulled out another di-- a gray one. Seto shook his head, "No." the man looked dissapointed. "I have a photo here. That's him and his friends." Seto dropped it onto the desk, infront of the manager, "I think they stayed here a night or so."
"Yeah, they were in cabin twelve," he nodded, "didn't pay. Had a number of complaints, about the TV, mainly. Uh, the receptions never good here. That's why we bought tape players, for videos.." he nodded his head in the direction of a shelf in the corner of the room, and Seto turned to look at it.
".. Quite a selection."
The man scoffed, "Mostly they're hand-me-downs left by other guests. Anyway.."
Seto narrowed his eyes slightly, eyeing one of the casettes on the shelf. It looked like a homemade one, and it was in a plain, white sleeve.
".. they didn't pay. And kids like that sometimes don't... Sir?"
Seto blinked, and turned to face the manager again. "You know, I'm kind of tired. I'm thinking I might.. take a nap, before I drive back," he pulled out his wallet, and retrieved one of his credit cards, slapping it down on the tabletop, "I'll take Cabin Twelve." Seto grinned a bit, and the manager nodded, taking the card and heading into the back room. Seto went over to the movie shelf while he was gone, and grabbed the seemingly blank tape; eyeing it before slipping it into one of his overly-large trenchcoat pockets.
"Hey!" Seto spun around when he heard the manager's voice. "This is your di, right?" he held up a yellow one.
Seto raised an eyebrow, before just giving up and nodding, "That's it."
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The interior of the cabin was, Seto had to admit, pretty damn nice. And it was roomy, too.. The room was simple, with a couch in the middle, and a small coffee table seperating it from the tv stand on the other side-- the room seemed to glow red as the clouds outside parted, and the sun struck a red leafed tree that was in the field in plain site from the window.
He was sitting on the couch, staring quietly at the tape he held in his hands. He stayed that way, too, for a good five minutes. Trying to figure out exactly what it was on this video that was so important, anyway. Scary enough to kill, and all..
Sighing, Seto rose from the couch and stepped over the coffee table, kneeling down on the ground infront of the tv stand and putting the tape in the VCR. He sat back only slightly - face still inches from the tv screen - and pressed play; waiting for it to begin.
Static filled the screen for a moment, before just flickering away. Seto frowned, and glanced down at the VCR. When the static hit the screen again and vanished, he sighed, and moved slightly to turn the tape off. Stopping suddenly when something else appeared on the screen.
It was slightly faint, but the glowing outline of a circle flashed and flickered a few times, and the room filled with the sound of an eerie humming and whirring. Raising an eyebrow, Seto settled back, and moved his hand away from the VCR.
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Static filled the screen again, but this time when it dissapeared, the whining stopped, and what appeared to be an amount of churning - maybe boiling - water took it's place. It seemed to be tainted with blood. But, as quickly as it had appeared, the water left.
A pure white room with a plain, black, wooden chair set in the middle of it. There was a long shadow cast behind and to the left of the chair. It flickered and jumped forward, before changing.
Hair. Dark hair, and something appearing to claw through it.
A woman's reflection in a plain, round mirror. She was singing softly, and smiling as she ran a brush through her long, black hair. The side of the mirror wavered and distorted. The woman stopped brushing her hair, and blinked a few times as the mirror switched places on the wall it was hung upon.
In it's new position, a reflection of a little girl could be seen. Her hair fell past her waist, and hung infront of her face. She seemed to be fading backwards. The mirror went back to it's original place, and the woman turned her head. Smiling brightly.
A nail, the sort you built things with, with blood seeping from the tip.
A window with a man standing in it, looking down to the yard below.
A cliff overlooking a vast expanse of water. The grass flying in every direction as the wind hit it; and a rumbling and hissing noise. A small fly crawling across the sky.
There was a sudden, loud gurgling noise, as a wide, gaping face filled the screen. Something long, like a tube, was being pulled from it's open mouth and out of it's throat.
Something black, moving, and unidentifiable.
A glowing, shrinking semicircle.
A tree on a hill, with it's branches on fire.
A piercing whine as somebody's finger was impaled on the nail from before.
Crackling, and a screen full of maggots.
A table with a glass of water set upon it. The chair moving backward of it's own accord as a giant centipede made it's way out from under the table.
A strange, white, three legged animal limping off behind a door.
A horses eye.
The semi circle growing even smaller.
A box with seven, twitching, severed fingers moving about inside.
The whining continued, and the burning tree reappeared.
Static as the moving black surface came back.
The whining faded, and the woman could be seen clearly before the mirror now. Putting her hair up into a bun. She stopped, and turned to stare at Seto through the screen; looking cross, before grinning slightly.
The window again, this time without the man standing at it.
The white room, with the chair now upside down in the air and spinning like a top.
A wall with a very long ladder set against it.
A flute played very softly as what appeared to be the corpses of horses littered a beach. The tide rolling in and out.
The cliff again. This time with that woman standing at it's edge. She spread her arms out, and let herself fall forward.
The ladder fell.
The semicircle turned into that glowing ring.
The ladder hit the ground.
A clearing in a field. Tall, lanky trees surrounding it's outer edges, and a crudely built brick well sitting at it's centre. Shadows seemed to envelope everything on the screen, and then it faded to loud, crackling static.
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Seto sat there, staring at the television with a disgustingly shocked look on his face. He moved his mouth as if he wanted to say somthing, but nothing came out. Looking at the VCR, he reached out and turned the tape off. Standing up as the wind outside began to blow with a hollow sounding woosh.
A phone behind Seto rang, and he spun around with a suprised noise. Staring at it for a
moment or so before getting to his feet and going over to the table it sat on. Steadying his
breathing slightly, he eyed the phone and picked it up; holding the receiver to his ear. Silence,
and then the whispering voice of a little girl:
"Seven days."
Pulling the phone away from his ear, Seto stared at it with wide eyes before just slamming it back down into it's cradle and bolting out of the cabin.
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Describing that tape was SO annoying! o.o!!! ... Review? ^_^;