A rare moment of peace, an abnormally quiet night in the skies of Darkness
Falls. A strange stillness filled the paranoid town and people dared to
venture out into the darkness. Samara Morgan quickly skimmed over the heads
of the bravest, though Matilda Dixon has been rather inactive as of late,
but they were careful or at least some people were. Samara never ventured
out after dark unless she absolutely had to, she had a rough enough time at
school with everyone saying things like 'Seven Days' to her, the last thing
she wanted was to come face to mask with that evil witch. She watched as
the sun began disappearing behind the ocean, and as darkness started to
consume the town. She always felt it was her job to keep the people out of
Matilda's evil grip, it may sound easy for a girl with powers, but Matilda
had gotten stronger. She took a deep breath closing her glowing blue eyes
and letting the last golden ray of security fall on her face. Her white
hair fell in her face as she enjoyed the rare moment of peace, where no one
was in trouble and no one was dying. She pulled her hair back; securing it
with a black barrette. With a glance at a nearby window, she saw the lights
were on and groaned. She had forgotten she was supposed to be at a slumber
party with Cam and Tammy. Oh well, the safety of the town had to come
before her own enjoyment. Samara was awakened from her guilt by a movement
coming from the lighthouse. Normally this wouldn't bother her too much, but
Matilda is no longer waiting until someone losses their last baby tooth to
kill. She'll knock off anyone stupid enough to go out at night. A loud
scream erupted from the lighthouse; Samara blinked back into reality and
flew to the rescue, her legs changing into a ghostly black tail that
allowed her to fly faster. She went intangible and slid through the wall
into the dark tower, she shivered as her ghost sense activated, a light
blue wisp was barely visible as it erupted from her mouth. "Matilda," she
whispered softly. So it was a trap, Matilda was luring her here. "Hello?"
Samara called, she was playing along with Matilda's little game, she had
to, there was no other choice. "Is anyone in here?" Her tail turned back
into legs as she landed, her silver boots not making any noise. "Hello? I'm
here to help!" She called waiting for the moment when Matilda would spring
on her. Something dripped on her, causing her to jump at least three feet.
She touched her head gently to see what the liquid was. Knowing Matilda, it
was either blood or that new poison she can create. She looked at the wall
there were markings she ran her finger along it; looking at her silver
gloves she determined what it was. Blood, it was fresh blood, whomever
Matilda had attacked was either dead or badly wounded; they hadn't been
down for long, judging by the markings it only been a few minuets. But a
few minuets were enough for that dreaded poison to take effect.
"Help me, please someone, anyone, help." Came a raspy gurgle from the top. Samara looked up dreading what she'd find, but if there was any chance, any at all, that this person could be saved... Her legs changed back into a tail as she raced to where the victim lay. Samara approached them slowly allowing her hands to glow just enough so she could see. The sight itself made her gag, she raced over to where a wounded girl lay, she had a huge gash in her throat and blood was spilling out of her mouth. The girl coughed allowing new blood to burble out. Samara felt nauseous as the blood trickled down the girls face. But it wasn't the blood that made her sick, it was the fact she recognized the girl. Samantha Manson, Samara had been friends with Danny, Tucker, Tammy, and Sam until the third grade, she and Tammy had moved to Darkness Falls. Now, as Samara watched Sam she felt as if she were going to faint. "Help me, please, somebody..." Sam said. Her voice was strained and faint, it sounded more like gurgling then words but Samara knew better.
"Shh, don't try to speak. I'm here to help you." Samara said rolling Sam onto her side so she didn't choke on her own blood. Samara had tears rolling down her face; she knew it was too late for Sam. Matilda had inserted the poison into her body there was nothing Samara could do except wait and try to keep Sam from dying alone. "Please don't die on me," Samara whispered to herself, she could feel Sam slipping away, away into another world, into the world of death. That was the other thing about Matilda's poison, no matter what; anyone infected by the poison would not become a ghost. The poison itself is not deadly the only reason people die after being injected is because the entry wound causes them to bleed to death, the poison is a fate worse then death. No one can ever feel it happening; instead they remain oblivious as it slowly eats away at your soul, your spirit, the only thing left of you after you die, when you finally do notice it it's way too late. Sam struggled as she first began to notice the effects through the pain, Samara looked away not wanting to meet her pleading eyes.
"Don't go," Sam whispered her voice was almost gone. "I don't want to die alone." Samara turned back to face Sam trying hard to find words to comfort her. Samara looked at the white and red form of Sam lying helplessly in the moonlight. She saw her dying, soon there would be nothing left.
"I won't, I'm here." Samara said looking up as Matilda swooped down from the sky. Samara was too shaken to fight but she wasn't about to let Matilda torture Sam any more. She flew up in a dizzying pattern but she wasn't fast enough as Matilda rammed into her knocking the breath right out of her. She stood up again blasting the evil form back with pure blue energy. Samara leaned over to Sam; Sam's eyes were cloudy and distant.
"Thank you," Sam whispered closing her eyes. Matilda seemed satisfied as she slammed Samara into a wall. Samara gasped for air the vision swirled in front of her. Finally it cleared up allowing her to see a huge white porcelain mask hovering inches from her face. Matilda's eyes burned fire red as they loomed closer and closer to Samara's face. Samara couldn't move she was petrified, she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.
"She's dead." Matilda scoffed her voice was slimy as it entered Samara's ear. Samara shuddered she wasn't going to let Matilda have the satisfaction of getting to her. "Why do you fight it child? We could be allies." Matilda said her voice smooth and sweet as if she were a mother talking to her child. It was all another one of Matilda's tricks, she could sound like your mother and ask you to open the door, when you did she'd kill you.
"I'll never fight by your side!" Samara spat gaining the ability to speak once again. Matilda didn't seem the least bit phased by her rude behavior as she kept Samara pinned tightly against the wall. Samara winced as Matilda tightened her grip, allowing those deadly claws to sink through her clothes and into her skin. Samara knew Matilda wasn't going to insert the poison quite yet; she had to torture Samara more before she destroyed her.
"Pity," Matilda said her voice still sweet and motherly. "We could have done so much together, you are just like the real Samara Morgan you know that right?" This was part two of how Matilda attacked, she found that one thing a kid dreads most of all and uses it against them. Samara shook her head, the original Samara Morgan was a killer, Samara feared her greatly, never wanting to become a restless spirit killing innocent people as a way to take revenge on the world. "It's true, and you know it. You'll be even stronger then her though, you have these ghost powers she never possessed. Think about it, the humans can't accept you for who you are. You're part girl, part ghost and on top of it all you have those other powers. They don't see you for who you really are; they see you as a potential threat to humanity. And why? Because you're different, you're just some creepy little girl with creepy little powers. And on top of all that your named after a psychopath, now I'm not saying you can't keep on hiding, I'm saying you should join me. You need to speak out against those who have done you wrong."
"I do now don't I?" Samara asked getting an idea. Matilda smiled evilly Samara realized this entire visit was going according to Matilda's crazy mixed up plan. "I guess your right Matilda. I need to speak up, so listen carefully:" Samara clenched her fists allowing her hands to be engulfed by blue flame. The windows around them began to crack and shatter, it was a common side effect of Samara's rage. She closed her eyes preparing to mix her powers for her next attack. "STOP KILLING MY FRIENDS!" she screamed letting out a huge blat that broke all of the remaining windows.
"Great!" Matilda said clapping her hands sarcastically. "So tell me do you do kid's parties?" She laughed and flew off into the darkness. Samara collapsed onto the floor, she was breathing hard and had trouble seeing straight. She looked down at her ghost costume; the black sleeves were ripped where Matilda had help on so tightly. Samara grimaced, why hadn't she gone intangible!? She flew up and out of the lighthouse; she flew close to the ground preparing to collapse any minuet. She landed shakily on Tammy's doorstep her white hair changed back into brown, her glowing blue eyes turned back into regular green, her hair barrette remained the same, her silver gloves changed into normal arms, her black long sleeves changed into a short sleeved t-shirt with the number 13 on it, her silver belt changed back into the top of her black pants, finally her silver boots changed back into normal sneakers. She couldn't do anything about the scratches all over her but Tammy's mom didn't normally ask questions. She lifted her arm up, wincing at the sudden jolt of pain that traveled up her entire arm, and rang the doorbell. Tammy opened the door, took one look at Samara, and gasped. She quickly rushed Samara in and made her sit down, Cam raced downstairs getting Samara some ice and band-aids for her newly acquired wounds.
"What happened to you, you look like something the cat dragged in." Tammy said worriedly. "Actually you look like something the cat ate, spat back up, and clawed to death, all before eating again." Samara blinked wondering if that had made any sense to Cam or if she was still suffering from that blow on the head. Tammy gazed at Samara in silence her big brown eyes spinning with questions. Tammy's black hair was still pulled back in thousands of tiny braids so it couldn't have been long after the party had started. Cam sat across from Tammy, and on Samara's left. She looked around cheerfully though her crystal eyes gave away her fear. She twirled her long blonde hair around her finger absentmindedly; unaware that it was another nervous habit she did whenever Matilda was involved.
"Well..." Samara said her voice shaking almost as much as she was. She knew everyone was waiting for her to explain her weird behavior. She didn't want to tell them, especially not Tammy. Tammy had also been friends with Sam and had recently lost a cousin to the violent clutches of Matilda. She didn't even feel like telling Cam, Cam was brave and would want to take action before she had a chance to convince her otherwise. Samara took a deep breath, her friends had a right to know, they knew she was a half ghost and they had probably already guessed the situation. Samara thought about an excuse about what might have happened, she couldn't blame it on her older brother Jake Morgan, he was like her own personal shrink and never used violence to solve a problem, and saying she had tripped was just plain out of the question. There were no excuses left but the truth. "Tammy, call Nine-One-One. There's been another killing."
"Help me, please someone, anyone, help." Came a raspy gurgle from the top. Samara looked up dreading what she'd find, but if there was any chance, any at all, that this person could be saved... Her legs changed back into a tail as she raced to where the victim lay. Samara approached them slowly allowing her hands to glow just enough so she could see. The sight itself made her gag, she raced over to where a wounded girl lay, she had a huge gash in her throat and blood was spilling out of her mouth. The girl coughed allowing new blood to burble out. Samara felt nauseous as the blood trickled down the girls face. But it wasn't the blood that made her sick, it was the fact she recognized the girl. Samantha Manson, Samara had been friends with Danny, Tucker, Tammy, and Sam until the third grade, she and Tammy had moved to Darkness Falls. Now, as Samara watched Sam she felt as if she were going to faint. "Help me, please, somebody..." Sam said. Her voice was strained and faint, it sounded more like gurgling then words but Samara knew better.
"Shh, don't try to speak. I'm here to help you." Samara said rolling Sam onto her side so she didn't choke on her own blood. Samara had tears rolling down her face; she knew it was too late for Sam. Matilda had inserted the poison into her body there was nothing Samara could do except wait and try to keep Sam from dying alone. "Please don't die on me," Samara whispered to herself, she could feel Sam slipping away, away into another world, into the world of death. That was the other thing about Matilda's poison, no matter what; anyone infected by the poison would not become a ghost. The poison itself is not deadly the only reason people die after being injected is because the entry wound causes them to bleed to death, the poison is a fate worse then death. No one can ever feel it happening; instead they remain oblivious as it slowly eats away at your soul, your spirit, the only thing left of you after you die, when you finally do notice it it's way too late. Sam struggled as she first began to notice the effects through the pain, Samara looked away not wanting to meet her pleading eyes.
"Don't go," Sam whispered her voice was almost gone. "I don't want to die alone." Samara turned back to face Sam trying hard to find words to comfort her. Samara looked at the white and red form of Sam lying helplessly in the moonlight. She saw her dying, soon there would be nothing left.
"I won't, I'm here." Samara said looking up as Matilda swooped down from the sky. Samara was too shaken to fight but she wasn't about to let Matilda torture Sam any more. She flew up in a dizzying pattern but she wasn't fast enough as Matilda rammed into her knocking the breath right out of her. She stood up again blasting the evil form back with pure blue energy. Samara leaned over to Sam; Sam's eyes were cloudy and distant.
"Thank you," Sam whispered closing her eyes. Matilda seemed satisfied as she slammed Samara into a wall. Samara gasped for air the vision swirled in front of her. Finally it cleared up allowing her to see a huge white porcelain mask hovering inches from her face. Matilda's eyes burned fire red as they loomed closer and closer to Samara's face. Samara couldn't move she was petrified, she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.
"She's dead." Matilda scoffed her voice was slimy as it entered Samara's ear. Samara shuddered she wasn't going to let Matilda have the satisfaction of getting to her. "Why do you fight it child? We could be allies." Matilda said her voice smooth and sweet as if she were a mother talking to her child. It was all another one of Matilda's tricks, she could sound like your mother and ask you to open the door, when you did she'd kill you.
"I'll never fight by your side!" Samara spat gaining the ability to speak once again. Matilda didn't seem the least bit phased by her rude behavior as she kept Samara pinned tightly against the wall. Samara winced as Matilda tightened her grip, allowing those deadly claws to sink through her clothes and into her skin. Samara knew Matilda wasn't going to insert the poison quite yet; she had to torture Samara more before she destroyed her.
"Pity," Matilda said her voice still sweet and motherly. "We could have done so much together, you are just like the real Samara Morgan you know that right?" This was part two of how Matilda attacked, she found that one thing a kid dreads most of all and uses it against them. Samara shook her head, the original Samara Morgan was a killer, Samara feared her greatly, never wanting to become a restless spirit killing innocent people as a way to take revenge on the world. "It's true, and you know it. You'll be even stronger then her though, you have these ghost powers she never possessed. Think about it, the humans can't accept you for who you are. You're part girl, part ghost and on top of it all you have those other powers. They don't see you for who you really are; they see you as a potential threat to humanity. And why? Because you're different, you're just some creepy little girl with creepy little powers. And on top of all that your named after a psychopath, now I'm not saying you can't keep on hiding, I'm saying you should join me. You need to speak out against those who have done you wrong."
"I do now don't I?" Samara asked getting an idea. Matilda smiled evilly Samara realized this entire visit was going according to Matilda's crazy mixed up plan. "I guess your right Matilda. I need to speak up, so listen carefully:" Samara clenched her fists allowing her hands to be engulfed by blue flame. The windows around them began to crack and shatter, it was a common side effect of Samara's rage. She closed her eyes preparing to mix her powers for her next attack. "STOP KILLING MY FRIENDS!" she screamed letting out a huge blat that broke all of the remaining windows.
"Great!" Matilda said clapping her hands sarcastically. "So tell me do you do kid's parties?" She laughed and flew off into the darkness. Samara collapsed onto the floor, she was breathing hard and had trouble seeing straight. She looked down at her ghost costume; the black sleeves were ripped where Matilda had help on so tightly. Samara grimaced, why hadn't she gone intangible!? She flew up and out of the lighthouse; she flew close to the ground preparing to collapse any minuet. She landed shakily on Tammy's doorstep her white hair changed back into brown, her glowing blue eyes turned back into regular green, her hair barrette remained the same, her silver gloves changed into normal arms, her black long sleeves changed into a short sleeved t-shirt with the number 13 on it, her silver belt changed back into the top of her black pants, finally her silver boots changed back into normal sneakers. She couldn't do anything about the scratches all over her but Tammy's mom didn't normally ask questions. She lifted her arm up, wincing at the sudden jolt of pain that traveled up her entire arm, and rang the doorbell. Tammy opened the door, took one look at Samara, and gasped. She quickly rushed Samara in and made her sit down, Cam raced downstairs getting Samara some ice and band-aids for her newly acquired wounds.
"What happened to you, you look like something the cat dragged in." Tammy said worriedly. "Actually you look like something the cat ate, spat back up, and clawed to death, all before eating again." Samara blinked wondering if that had made any sense to Cam or if she was still suffering from that blow on the head. Tammy gazed at Samara in silence her big brown eyes spinning with questions. Tammy's black hair was still pulled back in thousands of tiny braids so it couldn't have been long after the party had started. Cam sat across from Tammy, and on Samara's left. She looked around cheerfully though her crystal eyes gave away her fear. She twirled her long blonde hair around her finger absentmindedly; unaware that it was another nervous habit she did whenever Matilda was involved.
"Well..." Samara said her voice shaking almost as much as she was. She knew everyone was waiting for her to explain her weird behavior. She didn't want to tell them, especially not Tammy. Tammy had also been friends with Sam and had recently lost a cousin to the violent clutches of Matilda. She didn't even feel like telling Cam, Cam was brave and would want to take action before she had a chance to convince her otherwise. Samara took a deep breath, her friends had a right to know, they knew she was a half ghost and they had probably already guessed the situation. Samara thought about an excuse about what might have happened, she couldn't blame it on her older brother Jake Morgan, he was like her own personal shrink and never used violence to solve a problem, and saying she had tripped was just plain out of the question. There were no excuses left but the truth. "Tammy, call Nine-One-One. There's been another killing."