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Chapter Five

Samara clutched her hands in pain. Her fingers hurt, especially where her fingernails used to be. Try as she might to get up out of the well, all she succeeded in doing was tearing her nails off and resulting in uncontrollable bleeding and excruciating pain. And the water didn't help much because if she put her hands in the water for a second, her fingers would sting and a new wave of pain would encroach her.

Samara huddled in the corner of the well. She was scared and she wanted Mommy here with her. But then, if Mommy had loved her, Samara wouldn't have been pushed down the well. What if it was all Daddy's fault? What if Daddy told Mommy to do this horrible deed? But then, Mommy did it willingly and Samara felt a new burst of anger towards Anna.

Samara immediately felt guilty about the feeling and huddled as close to the wall as she could. It was so cold down here and there was absolutely nothing to keep her warm. She never knew how cold it could get down in a well, but then again, Samara had never been down in a well before.

"Mommy!" Samara wailed. "Help me, Mommy!"

But there was no answer. Absolutely none whatsoever—did she really expect an answer? No, not really. Nobody was going to help poor Samara Morgan anymore. Not Mommy, definitely not daddy.

Samara looked up at the top of the well. It was nighttime now and she could hear the wolves howling and the owls hooting. Samara shivered. She didn't like any of those noises when she was out here by herself. She didn't know if she hated these noises worse than the noises of the horses or not. At least Samara knew the horses couldn't get to her way up high in the loft.

"All of this will be remembered for eternity," Samara whispered to herself and the words echoed against the walls.

She didn't know how long she had been down there in the well. It seemed like eternity and Samara wished it would all end so she could be put out of her misery. By the seventh day of being in the well, Samara's eyes closed forever as she slipped out of sight under the water forever.

For days on end, Anna didn't do anything. She sat on her chair next to the window in the living room looking out across the fields in pastures. Richard was beginning to get worried about his wife. After all, she couldn't deny that everything suddenly seemed to be better for not just them, but for everybody who was on the island. But ever since Samara was killed, Anna had been in a dark, depressed mood. Richard wished he could do something for her.

One evening Richard stood in the doorway, watching Anna silently. This had to end right now. He couldn't stand Anna in this mood for one more moment.

"Anna, love, don't you want to go riding on the horses with me? You love riding and it will get you out of this mood of yours," Richard said.

"I don't want to go out riding. I was just thinking about Samara. She would be playing with her dollhouse right now. Or she'd come out here and ask for me to play with her," Anna said.

Richard laughed in frustration. "Anna, come now, Samara's been dead now for over two weeks. Nothing's going to bring her back. Why not get on with your life? I am."

Anna stood and turned to face Richard so fast that he stumbled back in surprise. He hadn't seen so much movement from her since the day Samara died. Why the sudden change?

"You had no love for her, Richard Morgan. If you loved me, you would've loved her the same. Why, you sent me to the same place you sent her, but what good did it do? Nothing. You will remember this for all eternity," Anna shrieked.

"You've gone mad, woman!" Richard yelled, scared of what she might do.

"I have not," Anna said in a whispered. Then reaching into the deep folds of her dress, Anna pulled out a tape. It looked like it was a homemade one and it looked like one of Richard's.

"Where did you get that at?" Richard asked in wonderment.

"It doesn't matter where I got it from, Richard," Anna said tonelessly. "I want you to have this. Keep it and when you get the chance, show it to other people so they know what has happened for all of eternity. It can never be destroyed unless there's another copy made. Everybody who doesn't do so, doesn't see the truth…will die."

With that, Anna walked towards Richard and handed him the day. Richard took the tape from her, staring at his wife. Something was happening, but Richard couldn't pinpoint it and deep down in his heart, he knew that Anna was telling the truth.

"Seven days," Anna said. "Goodbye, Richard."

And with that, Anna ran out the door. Past the fields, the pastures, barn, off the place forever. Soon Anna came to the edge of the island. The water was pounding against the rocks and Anna looked down into the treacherous fury.

Anna sighed and looked around her. She hoped that she would see Samara in heaven if she did this. With a deep breath, Anna spread her arms open and let herself fall. Anna hit the sharp rocks below and she knew no more.

Richard stuck the tape in VCR and began watching it. The stuff on it was so horrifying that he cried out and backed away from the TV. Finally the tape was over with and Richard ejected it with a sigh of relief. Talk about a good horror show. Just then, the phone rang and Richard walked over to it and picked it up.

"Hello? Richard Morgan here," Richard said into the phone.

"Seven days," a voice whispered on the other end and Richard slammed the phone down in horror. So what Anna said was true. He hurried and grabbed his coat, and then grabbing the tape, he headed outside towards the car. He wasn't going to die if he could help it.

END

Author's Note: Well, this is the last chapter. I know this story's short, but I can't really make any more chapters for it. I hope you all like it and continue reading my other stories, though I don't have anymore 'The Ring' stories.

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