Tales of Samara
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.. sometimes that is a good thing...
Summary: Rachel wants to meet Ashley, but in the end she wishes that she hadn't.
*** chapter 2 ***
After a wild ride home, Rachel walks into her apartment, heading straight for the telephone. She still shakes. She didn't believe what she had seen, what she had felt. A half hour ago, she knew evil was back. She had felt it. That one little whisper had sent chills up and down her spine. It warned her once again that she would never leave. She would always be there.
When she had reached the phone, she dialed the number she had found inside of Noah's home. She took a deep breath. What was she gonna tell Ashley? She wondered. Normally the truth sounded good enough, but right now she wasn't too sure about that. She had no clue of what she knew, what she didn't want to know or even if she wanted anything to do with it. But Rachel had to try.
After a few seconds someone at the other end answered the phone. A soft, almost cracking voice spoke to her.
"Hello?"
"Is this Ashley?", Rachel asks.
"Yes."
"Hi, I'm Rachel Keller. I'm a....was a good friend of Noah.". She paused for a moment, waiting to see if Ashley would respond. She did.
"How did you get my number?", the voice has turned from soft and cracking to tough and distant.
"I found it between some of Noah's belongings. It seems we have a mutual interest".
Rachel heart a heavy gasp, like someone who's really trying to catch her breath.
"What.. what do you want from me?", Ashley asks her.
"I just want to talk, don't want to hurt you. I just wanna know what he told you, what you know".
"What I know? How do you know I know something? What if I don't, what if I refuse to help you? What if I just want to be left alone?"
"Then more innocent people like Noah will die. We have to stop this, can't you see? Samara can't keep doing this. It has to stop". When Rachel said Samara's name, she heart Ashley gasp again. She now knew Ashley definitely knew something.
"Fine. When do you want to meet?", Ashley said with hurt in her voice.
"As soon as possible."
"You also got the address? Come and see me right now. Let's get it over with". A few seconds later Ashley hung up the phone.
Rachel didn't wasted any time, took her purse and stepped in the car. She was a little excited. Today she was going to put a stop to Samara's terror.
*** 30 minutes later *** ** Ashley's apartment**
Rachel took the few steps up the entrance and walked through the door. She looked around, trying to get a clue of where to go. She saw the stairs and walked over to them. She looked up. It was dark around here and everything around her was dusted, black or extremely dirty. The kind of place that the cleaners always forgot. She walked up the stairs meanwhile looking up, trying to find number 12. She finally found number 12 and walked over to the door, ringing the doorbell. A few seconds later the door opens. Rachel looks up and gasps.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.. sometimes that is a good thing...
Summary: Rachel wants to meet Ashley, but in the end she wishes that she hadn't.
*** chapter 2 ***
After a wild ride home, Rachel walks into her apartment, heading straight for the telephone. She still shakes. She didn't believe what she had seen, what she had felt. A half hour ago, she knew evil was back. She had felt it. That one little whisper had sent chills up and down her spine. It warned her once again that she would never leave. She would always be there.
When she had reached the phone, she dialed the number she had found inside of Noah's home. She took a deep breath. What was she gonna tell Ashley? She wondered. Normally the truth sounded good enough, but right now she wasn't too sure about that. She had no clue of what she knew, what she didn't want to know or even if she wanted anything to do with it. But Rachel had to try.
After a few seconds someone at the other end answered the phone. A soft, almost cracking voice spoke to her.
"Hello?"
"Is this Ashley?", Rachel asks.
"Yes."
"Hi, I'm Rachel Keller. I'm a....was a good friend of Noah.". She paused for a moment, waiting to see if Ashley would respond. She did.
"How did you get my number?", the voice has turned from soft and cracking to tough and distant.
"I found it between some of Noah's belongings. It seems we have a mutual interest".
Rachel heart a heavy gasp, like someone who's really trying to catch her breath.
"What.. what do you want from me?", Ashley asks her.
"I just want to talk, don't want to hurt you. I just wanna know what he told you, what you know".
"What I know? How do you know I know something? What if I don't, what if I refuse to help you? What if I just want to be left alone?"
"Then more innocent people like Noah will die. We have to stop this, can't you see? Samara can't keep doing this. It has to stop". When Rachel said Samara's name, she heart Ashley gasp again. She now knew Ashley definitely knew something.
"Fine. When do you want to meet?", Ashley said with hurt in her voice.
"As soon as possible."
"You also got the address? Come and see me right now. Let's get it over with". A few seconds later Ashley hung up the phone.
Rachel didn't wasted any time, took her purse and stepped in the car. She was a little excited. Today she was going to put a stop to Samara's terror.
*** 30 minutes later *** ** Ashley's apartment**
Rachel took the few steps up the entrance and walked through the door. She looked around, trying to get a clue of where to go. She saw the stairs and walked over to them. She looked up. It was dark around here and everything around her was dusted, black or extremely dirty. The kind of place that the cleaners always forgot. She walked up the stairs meanwhile looking up, trying to find number 12. She finally found number 12 and walked over to the door, ringing the doorbell. A few seconds later the door opens. Rachel looks up and gasps.