The Tales of Samara
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in the story
below, except for the
character Ashley Morgan. She's completely made up by me.
Summary: This story continues were it left of. Samara is still around,
Rachel goes back to
Noah's house once more to find some clues and information
and events are gonna
happen.
*** Chapter One ***
It was still early when Rachel stepped out of her bed and slowly opened the curtains. She looked out to see nothing but a gray sky. That's all she had seen since she saw the video. Since she met Samara, since Noah had died. She sighed. For days now she wasn't able to sleep, she had lain awake facing the ceiling. She now knew any spot that was up there.
She had spent the night reading, thinking, crying. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Samara and what she had done to Noah. She still remembered the look on his face. Pure angst was written in his eyes. Without doubt he had been scared to death. She still wondered what he had seen that made him feel like that. Sometimes she wondered if it could have been Samara. But she knew she was wrong. She was gone, never to come back. But she couldn't help wondering. She knew he had seen the tape, she also knew that he believed it. He had been there with her. She just wondered if it could be something else. Another tape, maybe just that heartache the doctor said it was. But she knew that even a heartache wasn't the reason of his mutilated face. It had to be Samara.
She shook her head, trying to get the thoughts out of her head. But she didn't succeed. The tragedy was written in her mind forever. She slowly walked towards the bathroom, meanwhile still shaking her head, trying to replace her thought with happy thoughts. Thoughts of her son. The way he had been so tough around her. Then she sighed again. Her son, Aidan, had seen the tape too. The phone had ring right after she turned it off. But for some reason Aidan also had escaped doom. He had seen more of Samara, seemed to know more about her. Now she knew that the pictures he had drawn, assembled Samara. She still remembered how shocked she was when she found out that he had drawn the pictures exactly a week before his beloved niece died. He didn't knew about the tape, didn't knew what the reason was that killed his niece. But he had known about Samara.
She had reached Aidan's bedroom and slowly opened the door. She saw him laying in his bed, sleeping peacefully. He definitely was an exception. He could sleep knowing Samara was still wandering around, but he seemed to cope with it. Seemed to just shut her out of his life. He lived on, through the harsh times in his live. Noah's death, watching the videotape, Samara's appearances. But he did it. He just did it.
She slowly closed the door and walked to the bathroom. She undressed herself and took a nice hot shower. After a while, her mind was emptied and she felt a little more secure. She turned of the shower, found herself a towel and got dressed. She had decided to go to Noah's house once more. She just had to know if there was anything left that she had missed when she searched his house a couple of days ago. She had to know that there weren't more tapes, more clues that Samara still existed.
She walked down the stairs into the kitchen and made some breakfast. She looked at the clock. 7.25 a.m. One of her best friends and Aidan's cousin Katie, would arrive in 5 minutes or so. She would take care of Aidan today. She would probably take him to zoo and let him talk about the animals he saw. He was a smart kid. He could talk for hours, but only with the people he deeply trusted. If he didn't trust them enough, he would politely answer the questions asked, but then close up.
A half hour later Rachel searched for her keys, kissed her son goodbye and got in the car. She drove the same way as she had did a couple of days ago. Rachel manically had driven trough the traffic, trying to reach Noah at time. But she hadn't. She was painfully reminded of that, when she had ran through the door of his apartment and found him sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. He was surrounded with water, but police research had not found anything that could lead the water on the floor. There were no leaks, no water reservoirs around him. The shower was turned off. She had seen his face. And she had screamed.
--- 20 minutes later ---
She entered the apartment using the key she still had. She quickly walked towards the living room. This was his space. At one wall there were TV's, VCR's and other equipment which he could use to modify videos. That was his job. His life. He had been very interested in the tape of the Ring. She walked over to a cabinet full of video's. Some of them empty, some of them used for some projects. She wondered if there would be a copy of the tape somewhere in that cabinet. She decided to watch all of them, but not now. She walked towards his desk. There were papers, files and documents everywhere. His entire desk was filled. She sat down at his chair and opened some of the files. It was all about his job, nothing about the ring. She turned around on the chair and let her eyes fly to the room. Her eyes looked at the cabinet again. Now she saw something she hadn't seen before. She walked over to the cabinet and removed some books. Behind the books there was this secret hiding place. She opened it and found more papers and some videos. She reached out to them and looked at them. Suddenly she recognized them. Photo's of images she had seen at the tape. She decided to take the stuff home and study them there. She slowly took a little walk through his apartment. She stopped at his phone and looked at the answering machine. A little light was blinking. One message received. She pressed play and heart an unfamiliar voice.
'Hi, this is Ashley. Don't know why I'm calling. I know you're gone. But I just.. Well I don't know. Just wanted to talk about the tape, talk about us. You know. Well I'll figure it out myself. I..love you'.
Rachel was stunned. Someone else knew about the tape, probably knew about the story. Maybe knew something she didn't. She looked at the little desk again. Right next to the phone was a little book, supposedly to be a little phonebook. She opened it at the letter A, turned a few pages and found what she was looking for.
Ashley Morgan 12 Geminidrive 555-10203040
She put the little book in her purse and walked towards the front door. She had found enough. For now. She would call the genitor and take over the rent of the apartment. There was too much in there to just throw away.
When she had reached the door she looked back once more. Suddenly a whisper cut through the silence.
"It will never stop"
***To be continued***
Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I just had to do it. LOL! Please R & R. I know this chapter wasn't the most scary chapter, but it's an introduction of the new character and an intro to events that are gonna happen. Chapter 2 is in progress.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in the story
below, except for the
character Ashley Morgan. She's completely made up by me.
Summary: This story continues were it left of. Samara is still around,
Rachel goes back to
Noah's house once more to find some clues and information
and events are gonna
happen.
*** Chapter One ***
It was still early when Rachel stepped out of her bed and slowly opened the curtains. She looked out to see nothing but a gray sky. That's all she had seen since she saw the video. Since she met Samara, since Noah had died. She sighed. For days now she wasn't able to sleep, she had lain awake facing the ceiling. She now knew any spot that was up there.
She had spent the night reading, thinking, crying. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Samara and what she had done to Noah. She still remembered the look on his face. Pure angst was written in his eyes. Without doubt he had been scared to death. She still wondered what he had seen that made him feel like that. Sometimes she wondered if it could have been Samara. But she knew she was wrong. She was gone, never to come back. But she couldn't help wondering. She knew he had seen the tape, she also knew that he believed it. He had been there with her. She just wondered if it could be something else. Another tape, maybe just that heartache the doctor said it was. But she knew that even a heartache wasn't the reason of his mutilated face. It had to be Samara.
She shook her head, trying to get the thoughts out of her head. But she didn't succeed. The tragedy was written in her mind forever. She slowly walked towards the bathroom, meanwhile still shaking her head, trying to replace her thought with happy thoughts. Thoughts of her son. The way he had been so tough around her. Then she sighed again. Her son, Aidan, had seen the tape too. The phone had ring right after she turned it off. But for some reason Aidan also had escaped doom. He had seen more of Samara, seemed to know more about her. Now she knew that the pictures he had drawn, assembled Samara. She still remembered how shocked she was when she found out that he had drawn the pictures exactly a week before his beloved niece died. He didn't knew about the tape, didn't knew what the reason was that killed his niece. But he had known about Samara.
She had reached Aidan's bedroom and slowly opened the door. She saw him laying in his bed, sleeping peacefully. He definitely was an exception. He could sleep knowing Samara was still wandering around, but he seemed to cope with it. Seemed to just shut her out of his life. He lived on, through the harsh times in his live. Noah's death, watching the videotape, Samara's appearances. But he did it. He just did it.
She slowly closed the door and walked to the bathroom. She undressed herself and took a nice hot shower. After a while, her mind was emptied and she felt a little more secure. She turned of the shower, found herself a towel and got dressed. She had decided to go to Noah's house once more. She just had to know if there was anything left that she had missed when she searched his house a couple of days ago. She had to know that there weren't more tapes, more clues that Samara still existed.
She walked down the stairs into the kitchen and made some breakfast. She looked at the clock. 7.25 a.m. One of her best friends and Aidan's cousin Katie, would arrive in 5 minutes or so. She would take care of Aidan today. She would probably take him to zoo and let him talk about the animals he saw. He was a smart kid. He could talk for hours, but only with the people he deeply trusted. If he didn't trust them enough, he would politely answer the questions asked, but then close up.
A half hour later Rachel searched for her keys, kissed her son goodbye and got in the car. She drove the same way as she had did a couple of days ago. Rachel manically had driven trough the traffic, trying to reach Noah at time. But she hadn't. She was painfully reminded of that, when she had ran through the door of his apartment and found him sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. He was surrounded with water, but police research had not found anything that could lead the water on the floor. There were no leaks, no water reservoirs around him. The shower was turned off. She had seen his face. And she had screamed.
--- 20 minutes later ---
She entered the apartment using the key she still had. She quickly walked towards the living room. This was his space. At one wall there were TV's, VCR's and other equipment which he could use to modify videos. That was his job. His life. He had been very interested in the tape of the Ring. She walked over to a cabinet full of video's. Some of them empty, some of them used for some projects. She wondered if there would be a copy of the tape somewhere in that cabinet. She decided to watch all of them, but not now. She walked towards his desk. There were papers, files and documents everywhere. His entire desk was filled. She sat down at his chair and opened some of the files. It was all about his job, nothing about the ring. She turned around on the chair and let her eyes fly to the room. Her eyes looked at the cabinet again. Now she saw something she hadn't seen before. She walked over to the cabinet and removed some books. Behind the books there was this secret hiding place. She opened it and found more papers and some videos. She reached out to them and looked at them. Suddenly she recognized them. Photo's of images she had seen at the tape. She decided to take the stuff home and study them there. She slowly took a little walk through his apartment. She stopped at his phone and looked at the answering machine. A little light was blinking. One message received. She pressed play and heart an unfamiliar voice.
'Hi, this is Ashley. Don't know why I'm calling. I know you're gone. But I just.. Well I don't know. Just wanted to talk about the tape, talk about us. You know. Well I'll figure it out myself. I..love you'.
Rachel was stunned. Someone else knew about the tape, probably knew about the story. Maybe knew something she didn't. She looked at the little desk again. Right next to the phone was a little book, supposedly to be a little phonebook. She opened it at the letter A, turned a few pages and found what she was looking for.
Ashley Morgan 12 Geminidrive 555-10203040
She put the little book in her purse and walked towards the front door. She had found enough. For now. She would call the genitor and take over the rent of the apartment. There was too much in there to just throw away.
When she had reached the door she looked back once more. Suddenly a whisper cut through the silence.
"It will never stop"
***To be continued***
Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I just had to do it. LOL! Please R & R. I know this chapter wasn't the most scary chapter, but it's an introduction of the new character and an intro to events that are gonna happen. Chapter 2 is in progress.