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Chapter 2- Does it ever end?
Rachel and Aiden were out of breath when they reached Noah's apartment. Rachel decided that she was in no physical condition to drive so they both were forced to run, hoping that they could get to Noah in time.
"Relax Rachel, Noah and I have plenty of time." Aiden said as he watched his mom frantically press the up button on the elevator.
"Damn!" Rachel murmured, not paying attention to her son "This elevator takes too long, come on Aiden, we'll go up the stairs." She said running towards the stairwell.
Aiden sighed and followed her. His mom had a tendency of being very... well, eccentric at times, and this was one of those times. He followed her up to the third floor to room thirteen.
Rachel knocked on the door over and over again until a very perplexed Noah answered the door. It looked like he had just gotten out of bed. His eyes drooped and his hair stuck out at odd angles.
"Hey, Rach, do you know it's like one in the morning?" he asked sleepily.
Rachel pushed past him into his apartment, searching frantically for his copying machine.
"Hey, hey, hands off the merchandise." Noah said, trying to stop the maddened Rachel from tearing up all of his machines.
"Noah I need your copying machine." Rachel said as calmly as possible.
"You woke me up at one in the morning just to use my copying machine?" Noah asked with a mix of aggravation and amazement.
"Um, yes, listen Noah, if you don't let me use your machine, you and Aiden will both die very soon" she said, looking him straight in the eye.
"Whoa, what?" Noah asked, finally waking up.
"The curse Noah, you were right, it's not over, Aiden told me, the only way to save yourself is to make a copy of the video" Rachel said, staring to get a bit crazy again.
"How did Aiden know this?" Noah asked.
"She told me when I was sleeping" Aiden said, coming out of the doorway.
"Oh, hey there big guy, I didn't see you there" Noah said starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. Being around his son always made him feel a bit guilty and partly ashamed.
"NOAH, this isn't a tea party here, I need to get the copying machine NOW!" she screamed.
"Hey, hey, there's no need to yell, the machine id right in front of you" he said, pointing to a machine right next to Rachel, with the words Copying Machine written in bold letters on the front.
"What, oh yeah, right" Rachel said, a bit embarrassed.
So after thirty minutes all three of them were sitting on Noah's couch, three copies of the video in front of them.
"Soooo, what do you think we should do with them?" Noah asked. Rachel shrugged and they both looked at Aiden.
"What are you looking at me for?" Aiden asked.
"Well you do seem to be the one with all of the answers around here" Noah said.
"Don't speak to my son in that tone of voice!" Rachel said sharply.
"I can speak to MY son in whatever tone I want!" Noah said back.
"Oh really well......
Aiden sat back and smiled. Everything was back to normal again.
Or so he thought. Far away, a little girl with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes stood in her bedroom, looking out the window, singing a sad little song.
"Daveniegh Morgan, its dinner time!" a voice drifted to her room.
"Coming mother" Daveniegh called as she left her place by the window. When she left, what seemed to be a ghost of another little girl with jet black hair and a tattered white dress floated up to the window.
"Yes, Daveniegh, it is time" she whispered, an evil smile forming on her face.
Sorry about leaving at a cliffhanger, but I have a lot of good ideas for the next chapter. Oh and by the way, just for information's sake Daveniegh is pronounced like daven-eye. Well, anyways, please review! Thanks!