From the Bottom of the Well
Samara's Story

They all deserve to die.
I love my mommy, but not daddy. He loves the horses. Daddy should die, too. So I sent him the visions. I love and hate the horrifying expressions he makes in his sleep when I send him the dreams.
Horses dying. Drowning. Going crazy. All of his dreams shattering. It made me so happy to know the nightmares he was having.
The day I decided I had to kill mommy started like any other. I sat on my swing, unmoving.
"Samara, come inside."
I got to my feet and obidently went into our small home. Resisting my urge to hurt her, I looked up at Anna. She was a tall, intimidating woman who dressed in black and had hair that was almost as black as mine. "I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. She'll probably have to send me to the mainland, and that means that you'll have to live with daddy."
"Why are you going to the doctor? What's wrong?"
"You make me sick."
I was taken aback. But not really. I had known something like this would happen. I had sent her visions, too. But now she needed to die.
Thoughts exploded from my mind. Evil, twisted thoughts. Nice thoughts. I saw her spreading her arms and falling off the cliff by our house. I saw dead horses on the beach. Worms. Writhing, wriggling things. Dying things. Red water. Blood red water. Her dead body laying on the rocks, bleeding. Dead. It satisfied me for now.
Anna clutched her forehead and gasped, closing her eyes. I turned on my heel and left for the barn. I don't like the horses either, because when I have to stay with daddy, he puts me in the barn and takes the ladder down. It's scary up there. I don't like it in the barn. The horses keep me up at night.
I wanted to kill, to maim. Breezing past the horse stalls and making them whinny and tremble with a nameless fear, I scampered up the tall ladder.
I didn't know why I felt that way. It was terrifying. I wanted to kill and hurt everyone, but I loved my mommy. I wanted to hurt her so badly, and I was sorry.
But not really.
Another spell came over me and I only saw a tree. A tree with red leaves that burned like fire. I sank to my knees on the hard wooden floor, grabbing at my forehead. When it subsided and I opened my tear-filled eyes, I noticed that there were marks, burns, in the floral wallpaper of this cell that daddy called my room. I realized that somehow I had burned it in there. I didn't know how I did these things. I thought of them and then they just..were.
I got into my bed and stared at the ceiling. It would be that way for hours.
I never sleep.