The Ring Omen
By LMR
Chapter 3
A.N.: Thank you so much for your reviews imabitchimalover! I know I spelled that wrong. And Jay, to answer your question: Yes, indeed it is. Rest assured that I have not forgotten the name of the Antichrist! You might want to go back and watch The Ring again. Chapter 2 was an introduction to our mortal protagonists. Pay attention to the scene where Rachel visits Moesko Island (the first time, I believe) to figure out who these people are.
Important A/N that I've forgotten to mention before: I watched both movies very carefully and even took notes (I am such a dweeb ;P.) I noticed that neither one gives a specific date. The Omen seems to specifically avoid nailing down a time, while The Ring only gives technological clues, such as, it takes place after the invention of Google. For the sake of this story, all of this takes place sometime in the near future. Also, I want to make it clear that at the time I finished this story, I had not so much as seen a trailer for Ring 2, so nothing in this story will match anything in the sequel. I know there are going to be some flashbacks in 2, but if you're reading this after you've seen it, keep in mind that it's totally separate.
Sorry for the delay in posting, here goes. . .
Chapter 3
The Loft
Neighing pierced the night. The sound filled the barn and any thoughts Samara might have had of sleep were lost. It didn't matter, really. Whenever she slept, she went to the other place. She lived her other life. It was interesting, at first, but lately she hated to be there, in the big, bright rooms. She hated the lush gardens with the big black dog. It wasn't until she was five that she realized that other people didn't go places in their sleep. Self-awareness began to set in, and she started to understand that there were differences between herself and others. Pain was only the beginning. In the curious way of a child, she contemplated the connections between Sleep World and regular life. She desperately wanted to learn why she went there. In Sleep World, she was close to the one she had come to call the "other." The other was the one who sent her the messages. Ever since the breaking thing happened, she didn't like to be with the other anymore. And she didn't have to be. The horses kept her awake at first, but it wasn't long before she realized that it didn't matter. She didn't need to sleep. She could stay away from the other all together.
She sat up in bed. She was thinking about her tree now, and how she wanted to be near it, instead of here in the loft. A picture of it was moving its way through her mind. Smoke began to curl up from the wood paneling behind her bed. Branches began to form on the wall.
More to come soon, please R&R!