From the Bottom of the Well
Samara's Story
Ch. 3

A/N: Thanks to the reviewer! I'm trying to put in some movie quotes to make it accurate. I know that Anna and Samara seem a little out of character,
but please bear with me! It's kinda hard to get inside a twisted little girl's mind. ^_^; I hope this gets better.

I found the well one clear afternoon. They had released me, because, apparently, I was okay. I was safe. That's what they think.but they don't know.
I enjoyed staring down the well and guessing how far down it was.
That was my demise.
I was standing there, singing, one day. I was wearing the same old white dress. My funeral gown, as fate would have it.
"It's beautiful, isn't it, Samara?"
I almost jumped as I heard Anna. But my eyes just stared straight ahead. I heard the familiar whirring noise. Suddenly I had another vision. A ring of white in all black.
Everyone will suffer.
"It's so peaceful," Anna continued, moving towards me. "Everything will be like this very soon."
I was confused. "Hu..."
In what seemed like half a second, I couldn't see anything. All I could smell was black plastic. I shook my head frantically and waved my arms, and then slowed. I felt my strength waning. KILL! Anna whispered the final key to making me insane.
"All I ever wanted was you."
With that, she pushed my limp body into the well, the bag falling off on the way down.

I felt water. Very cold water. Cold as my hatred.
My eyes shot open and I kicked in whatever direction the surface was. Gasping for air, I looked around. The water was red. I felt my head and realized that I must have hit my head on the way down. Looking up, I saw the well lid closing.
"MOMMY!"
Nothing. And I saw the ring.
Hanging my head, I suddenly felt rage teeming inside me. "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL! I'LL NEVER STOP UNTIL I GET MY REVENGE!!" I screamed as loudly as possible. My mind was painted red with rage and whatever grip on sanity I had then was gone. "DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'M COMING FOR YOU, ANNA MORGAN! AND RICHARD MORGAN!" Trying to crawl out of the well, a fingernail was torn off. I was bleeding too much, but nothing mattered anymore. The rest of my nails soon followed. All of the visions I had suddenly surged together.
I bent my head down. "But they don't know," I whispered, and laughed.
Static.
The ring.the whirring noise that haunted me for so long.
They all surged together until I screamed in pain and held my head in my hands. I knew what I was doing at last. I had made a tape. Anyone who watched it would die.
Just like you will, Samara.
Just like you will, in seven days.

The case I enjoyed most of all involved a woman named Rachel Keller, her ex-husband, Noah, and her son, Aidan. They tried to stop me. It was so much fun, playing this game with them! Rachel was looking for the answers after I had killed her neice, Katie, and made Katie's friend Becca go insane. Insane with fear. I still haunted Becca, haunted her subconcious and haunted her nightmares. Katie was also fun to play with. Especially since she meant something.
I had a basic process to killing my victims. They would watch the tape. I would mess with their minds, more so if they didn't believe. And on the last day, at the exact time that they watched my tape, their television sets would flicker. Static. Water, just like the water in the well, would pour from the T.V.. And then, when they walked into the room, heart racing faster and faster, I appeared. And they died of fear.
But I liked the little boy called Aidan. I showed things to him, I walked his dreams. I almost felt sorry for having to kill him and his mother.
Almost.
His mother, Rachel, was special, though. She almost understood me. She knew how I wanted to be heard. She saved herself and her son.
And she freed me.
But she has to show the tape to someone else, or she will not be spared for much longer. Nor her son. It is the curse that they now carry. Just like my curse.
Who will you show it to?