Disclaimer-I still don't own the ring.
I'll warn you now, this chapter is very freaky and messed up.
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"Saraya? What are you drawing?" Jess asked on the third day since Saraya watched the tape. She was sitting on the floor with some large pieces of paper drawing some very odd pictures. There were large black scribbles, there was a chair, and there were horses and a ton of other strange things.
"They won't- get- out- of- my head!" Saraya muttered fiercely as she scribbled a particularly black circle. "She's putting them in my head, I have four days left," she added.
"She? Who's She?" her mother asked.
"Samara is," replied Saraya, as though stating the obvious.
"But honey, Samara's dead," Jess whispered.
"But she never sleeps," whispered Saraya, and walked away.
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Late that night, Saraya had trouble sleeping. She got up and walked to the kitchen to fill her water bottle up. She looked at the counter and saw the digital camera. 'I wonder why she deleted the picture so fast.' She shrugged her shoulders and walked back upstairs. It wasn't long before she was fast asleep on her bed.
She suddenly sat directly up in her bed. She saw girl in a white dress sitting in the corner.
"What do you want?" Saraya asked fearfully. She scooted backward until she was leaning against the wall. She wished it was a dream, but she knew better.
"I want you to be my friend," Samara replied, "I can give you some of my powers and we can make people suffer together."
"I- I don't want to make people suffer," she stuttered and pulled her blankets up until only her eyes showed.
"Why not? People make you suffer." Samara asked, "I won't make you suffer, if you do."
"People don't make me suffer," Saraya argued.
"Your dad did," Samara smirked.
"No he didn't," Saraya replied, shocked.
"But he did, in killing himself," Samara said.
"He didn't kill himself, he died in a car crash," she contradicted.
"He did though, he swerved the steering wheel in the wrong direction on purpose," Samara cocked her head. She suddenly looked straight at Saraya; she appeared to be staring intently at her, but it was impossible to tell behind her long mass of black hair. "This is what my powers are like, before the week is over you'll want to make people suffer." Suddenly, all the images Saraya had seen all week burst into her head, -- the dead horses, the ring, the chair, the ladder—all of them shooting through, giving her a splitting headache. She fell back on to her bed and blacked out.
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"Saraya, breakfast!" Jess called up the stairs. Saraya sat up slowly, her head hurt a little. She got up and walked down to the kitchen.
"Mommy, I don't feel good," she moaned. Suddenly, the images ran through her head. She looked up and saw her mother gripping her head in pain and horror. 'Oh, no, she really did give them to me.'
"Oh, gawd, my head," Jess moaned. She reached into the cupboard and pulled out a box of aspirin.
"Mommy, I gave it to you," muttered Saraya meekly.
"Hon, headaches aren't contagious," replied Jess, "but if you have a headache too, you can have some children's Tylenol." Saraya shook her head.
"I didn't give you a headache, I gave you those images, you saw them didn't you?" she asked. Jess gaped at her. 'Oh my god. How can this be happening? She can't be turning into Samara, can she?' She began pacing across the kitchen. 'What am I going to do? I can't do the same thing they did to Samara, my daughter hasn't killed anyone.' Saraya stood and watched her while she paced. She suddenly stopped in the center of the kitchen.
"That's it! I'm dreaming!" she declared suddenly.
"Uhh, mommy?" Saraya squeaked.
"Huh?"
"If you're dreaming, that means I'm dreaming, which means we're sharing a dream and even that is weird," she explained, "besides, you can't feel anything while you're dreaming."
"Umm, I don't see your point."
"We're not dreaming," she muttered.
Okay, did you think that chapter was as messed up as I thought?
I'll warn you now, this chapter is very freaky and messed up.
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"Saraya? What are you drawing?" Jess asked on the third day since Saraya watched the tape. She was sitting on the floor with some large pieces of paper drawing some very odd pictures. There were large black scribbles, there was a chair, and there were horses and a ton of other strange things.
"They won't- get- out- of- my head!" Saraya muttered fiercely as she scribbled a particularly black circle. "She's putting them in my head, I have four days left," she added.
"She? Who's She?" her mother asked.
"Samara is," replied Saraya, as though stating the obvious.
"But honey, Samara's dead," Jess whispered.
"But she never sleeps," whispered Saraya, and walked away.
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Late that night, Saraya had trouble sleeping. She got up and walked to the kitchen to fill her water bottle up. She looked at the counter and saw the digital camera. 'I wonder why she deleted the picture so fast.' She shrugged her shoulders and walked back upstairs. It wasn't long before she was fast asleep on her bed.
She suddenly sat directly up in her bed. She saw girl in a white dress sitting in the corner.
"What do you want?" Saraya asked fearfully. She scooted backward until she was leaning against the wall. She wished it was a dream, but she knew better.
"I want you to be my friend," Samara replied, "I can give you some of my powers and we can make people suffer together."
"I- I don't want to make people suffer," she stuttered and pulled her blankets up until only her eyes showed.
"Why not? People make you suffer." Samara asked, "I won't make you suffer, if you do."
"People don't make me suffer," Saraya argued.
"Your dad did," Samara smirked.
"No he didn't," Saraya replied, shocked.
"But he did, in killing himself," Samara said.
"He didn't kill himself, he died in a car crash," she contradicted.
"He did though, he swerved the steering wheel in the wrong direction on purpose," Samara cocked her head. She suddenly looked straight at Saraya; she appeared to be staring intently at her, but it was impossible to tell behind her long mass of black hair. "This is what my powers are like, before the week is over you'll want to make people suffer." Suddenly, all the images Saraya had seen all week burst into her head, -- the dead horses, the ring, the chair, the ladder—all of them shooting through, giving her a splitting headache. She fell back on to her bed and blacked out.
____________________________________________________________________
"Saraya, breakfast!" Jess called up the stairs. Saraya sat up slowly, her head hurt a little. She got up and walked down to the kitchen.
"Mommy, I don't feel good," she moaned. Suddenly, the images ran through her head. She looked up and saw her mother gripping her head in pain and horror. 'Oh, no, she really did give them to me.'
"Oh, gawd, my head," Jess moaned. She reached into the cupboard and pulled out a box of aspirin.
"Mommy, I gave it to you," muttered Saraya meekly.
"Hon, headaches aren't contagious," replied Jess, "but if you have a headache too, you can have some children's Tylenol." Saraya shook her head.
"I didn't give you a headache, I gave you those images, you saw them didn't you?" she asked. Jess gaped at her. 'Oh my god. How can this be happening? She can't be turning into Samara, can she?' She began pacing across the kitchen. 'What am I going to do? I can't do the same thing they did to Samara, my daughter hasn't killed anyone.' Saraya stood and watched her while she paced. She suddenly stopped in the center of the kitchen.
"That's it! I'm dreaming!" she declared suddenly.
"Uhh, mommy?" Saraya squeaked.
"Huh?"
"If you're dreaming, that means I'm dreaming, which means we're sharing a dream and even that is weird," she explained, "besides, you can't feel anything while you're dreaming."
"Umm, I don't see your point."
"We're not dreaming," she muttered.
Okay, did you think that chapter was as messed up as I thought?