Chapter TWO to my "The Ring" fan fic… Hopefully this will be more exciting.
Disclaimer: "The Ring" is a movie, and I didn't make up the movie. But I did create Frogger's name! Can you believe they wanted to call it "Highway Crossing Frog"? Hehe, I didn't, and I didn't create that quote… I said it to make myself cool, in which I am not.
There were two rooms that both had two bunk beds, two pillows on each bed, two light blankets neatly folded at the end of each bed, two small clocks on the nightstands (there were two nightstands), two floor lights, two dressers, two mirrors on the wall, and oh yeah, a closet. Not two, just one.
Anyway, I decided the top bunk would be alot more fun than a bottom one. Although in a bottom bunk you can make a fort and sit there and play a game of truth or dare, which is completly pointless but brings back nice, warm, humiliating childhood memories of telling your friends your secret crush. Amanda took the bottom of my bunk. Emily and Courtney took the other bunk in our room. Ali, Kelsey and Lindsey put their possesions in the other room.
After everything was situated, we went into what you would consider the living room, and sat on the couch or the floor, depending on if you got a spot on the couch before someone took it. I unfortunatly didn't, and sat on the wooded floor.
"Comfy," I laughed.
"This is almost creepy, you guys," Lindsey said.
"Why?" asked Courtney, blinking.
"You don't know the story, do you?" Kelsey questioned.
"No, what story?" Ali wondered outloud.
"The tape story? Come on you guys, I'm sure you've heard about it." Lindsey replied.
"No, I haven't," Emily said.
"Okay, there's this tape that if you watch it, you die seven days later. Right after you watch it, the phone rings, as if someone was watching you while you watched the tape, and knows you watched it. A voice whispers 'Seven days..' and hangs up. And seven days later... you're dead." Lindsey said, full of emotion as she told us the story.
"Excuse me? You believe that?" I asked Lindsey and Kelsey. The rest of the group looked at me.
"Yeah, awhile ago a group of teenagers rented out a cabin here. They all died on the same night... seven days after. The tape was found in the main cabin with alot of other tapes."
"A tape can't kill you, you guys," Amanda explained, rolling her eyes.
"Seriously, what's going to happen?" I asked. All of a sudden, our cabin door opened with a loud crack.
"Ahhh!" we all screamed in terror.
"What? Did I scare you guys?" a blonde woman in her late twenties came in, "hey, I'm Sabrina. I'm going to be your concellor." she looked into our kitchen.
"Hello." we all said in unison, and wondered what she was doing.
"God, this stuff sucks. But I brought Cheetos." she grabbed the bag of Cheetos out of a paper bag and opened them up, trying one. "Mmm! I love these things!" she threw the bag at us.
"Don't just sit there looking at me, eat some, girls!" she exclaimed. "This is going to be fun, I brought some pop and stuff. If we run out of something we can always go to the store."
"The store is twenty miles away, Sabrina," Emily explained, "isn't that a little far? And besides, won't the teachers care if you took us away from the cabin?"
"I'll just say we're on a hike or something." she said, licking the powdered cheese off her fingers from the Cheetos. "they'll let us do things by ourselves as a group. They don't care. I'll be right back, I'm going to put my stuff in the bedroom... which bedroom is mine?"
"You have a bottom bunk in the first room." Kelsey said.
"Okay great!" she exclaimed, and dissapeared into the room.
"Hey, this won't be all to bad, she's willing to take us to the nearest form of civilization." Ali said, chuckling.
Disclaimer: "The Ring" is a movie, and I didn't make up the movie. But I did create Frogger's name! Can you believe they wanted to call it "Highway Crossing Frog"? Hehe, I didn't, and I didn't create that quote… I said it to make myself cool, in which I am not.
There were two rooms that both had two bunk beds, two pillows on each bed, two light blankets neatly folded at the end of each bed, two small clocks on the nightstands (there were two nightstands), two floor lights, two dressers, two mirrors on the wall, and oh yeah, a closet. Not two, just one.
Anyway, I decided the top bunk would be alot more fun than a bottom one. Although in a bottom bunk you can make a fort and sit there and play a game of truth or dare, which is completly pointless but brings back nice, warm, humiliating childhood memories of telling your friends your secret crush. Amanda took the bottom of my bunk. Emily and Courtney took the other bunk in our room. Ali, Kelsey and Lindsey put their possesions in the other room.
After everything was situated, we went into what you would consider the living room, and sat on the couch or the floor, depending on if you got a spot on the couch before someone took it. I unfortunatly didn't, and sat on the wooded floor.
"Comfy," I laughed.
"This is almost creepy, you guys," Lindsey said.
"Why?" asked Courtney, blinking.
"You don't know the story, do you?" Kelsey questioned.
"No, what story?" Ali wondered outloud.
"The tape story? Come on you guys, I'm sure you've heard about it." Lindsey replied.
"No, I haven't," Emily said.
"Okay, there's this tape that if you watch it, you die seven days later. Right after you watch it, the phone rings, as if someone was watching you while you watched the tape, and knows you watched it. A voice whispers 'Seven days..' and hangs up. And seven days later... you're dead." Lindsey said, full of emotion as she told us the story.
"Excuse me? You believe that?" I asked Lindsey and Kelsey. The rest of the group looked at me.
"Yeah, awhile ago a group of teenagers rented out a cabin here. They all died on the same night... seven days after. The tape was found in the main cabin with alot of other tapes."
"A tape can't kill you, you guys," Amanda explained, rolling her eyes.
"Seriously, what's going to happen?" I asked. All of a sudden, our cabin door opened with a loud crack.
"Ahhh!" we all screamed in terror.
"What? Did I scare you guys?" a blonde woman in her late twenties came in, "hey, I'm Sabrina. I'm going to be your concellor." she looked into our kitchen.
"Hello." we all said in unison, and wondered what she was doing.
"God, this stuff sucks. But I brought Cheetos." she grabbed the bag of Cheetos out of a paper bag and opened them up, trying one. "Mmm! I love these things!" she threw the bag at us.
"Don't just sit there looking at me, eat some, girls!" she exclaimed. "This is going to be fun, I brought some pop and stuff. If we run out of something we can always go to the store."
"The store is twenty miles away, Sabrina," Emily explained, "isn't that a little far? And besides, won't the teachers care if you took us away from the cabin?"
"I'll just say we're on a hike or something." she said, licking the powdered cheese off her fingers from the Cheetos. "they'll let us do things by ourselves as a group. They don't care. I'll be right back, I'm going to put my stuff in the bedroom... which bedroom is mine?"
"You have a bottom bunk in the first room." Kelsey said.
"Okay great!" she exclaimed, and dissapeared into the room.
"Hey, this won't be all to bad, she's willing to take us to the nearest form of civilization." Ali said, chuckling.
