I'm going to try to just fix my old one. Think of it as the story you know and rather don't care for without so many spelling errors.
Grammatical errors scare the shit out of me. O.o
Let's go.
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"Damn TV," was her words. Her only words to her friend, Tara, but more commonly known as Terra, for her love of nature.
"You curse too much, you know that, Jinx?" Was Terra's reply.
"No I don't. You just don't curse enough." Jinnie, better known as Jinx, stated playfully, "Besides, it was only 'damn,' I could use a lot worse. Like the word-"
"Jinx, shut up. You know how I am with that crud."
"Crap. You mean 'crap'." Jinx turned her attention back towards her TV in her room. It was only displaying static, making her already 'too high temper' enrage. "The TV is really starting to piss me off."
"So what? You watch too much TV anyway. Besides, it's bad for your health. We lose ten times the amount of brain cells than we should, because we watch TV."
"Who told you that shit? TV is perfectly fine, you're just paranoid."
"Believe what you want. I'd rather read than watch it."
Ignoring her friend's previous comment, Jinx returned her attention to the despised TV. "Maybe it's just the cable." She stated blankly, "We could still watch a movie probably. But the last time I watched a movie, I got the shit scared out of me."
"Excuse me?" Terra asked blankly, half for the curse, and half for the rather odd comment Jinx had just stated. "Was it scary or something? Horror?"
"It wasn't the movie itself, the movie was just a bunch of weird images. It was what happened after the movie that..."
"What happened?" Terra interrupted, impatient for her friend's hesitant reply.
"Have you ever heard of that video? You know, the one that you watch and die in seven days?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You have to have heard about it. You watch it, the phone rings; someone tells you that you'll die in seven days."
"You don't believe that do you?"
"Believe it? I lived it. Mammoth, Gizmo, and me went out camping last Saturday. We stayed at this little motel thing, and it was beautiful! Real quaint, and simple, and it had this big red tree in the front! Aw, you would have loved it!" Jinx began to feel uneasy. "Anyway, we got kind of bored, and the TV didn't have cable, so we rented one of the motel videos. And can you guess which one?" she remained blank and faceless this whole time, as if to this very day it haunted her.
"Last Saturday? Today's Saturday. That was a week ago wasn't it?" Terra asked, somewhat scared.
"Ha! Now who believes? Besides, it was probably just a prank."
"Did the phone really ring?" Terra asked dumbfounded.
"Well, no duh." She said unhappily. "Okay, this is depressing, I'm going downstairs. I think there's some beer in the fridge. You coming?"
The blonde just sat on the bed in a state of shock. "Jinx, what if it wasn't a prank? What if it was-"
"You really are paranoid, you know that, Terra? Now are you coming or what?"
Unable to refuse, Terra got up, and followed Jinx down the hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
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Jinx searched through the fridge for the promised beer. "Where is it?"
"Jinx, I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Terra replied. And just as said, the worried, slightly paranoid girl walked away, practically shaking.
"She is too easy." Jinx mumbled to herself as she continued to search through the fridge.
Deciding her search was futile; Jinx shut the fridge door and walked around the kitchen rather anxiously.
As she walked, something caught her eye.
The fridge door was open.
"Strange." She murmured as she gave it a gentle push back.
It was then that she heard a blurry sound.
"What the-" she, nervously, walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, where the sound was coming from.
The TV sat there, blank except for static.
Jinx sighed as she reached for the remote, and turned it off.
She turned on her heel rather sharply, and was about to retreat to the kitchen when the TV came back on to the same blank static.
"What the hell?"
She endlessly played with the remote, turning it off, but only to find it come back on in moments.
"I don't..." She never finished that sentence.
She heard running water. She looked towards the stairs, water running off of each step like a slow waterfall.
Jinx walked up the stairs uneasily, not knowing what was going on.
By the time she reached the hall, she found where the water was coming from.
Her room, or more importantly, her TV.
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Terra returned from the bathroom fully refreshed.
She walked rather casually back to the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty.
"Jinx?"
No one.
"Jinxy? Anyone here?"
Still no one.
The fridge door was open.
"Odd." She stated aloud.
Something was not right.
Steadily, Terra walked into the adjacent living room.
Animal Planet was on the television.
Thinking quickly, she realized the cable must have been restored, meaning Jinx was back in her room, staring at the meaningless crap on the TV.
"Typical." She said quietly.
Something was still not right, though. Something was not right at all.
She walked up the stairs, only to find the carpet strangely wet. Terra gaped at the unknown moisture.
'What happened?' Was the only thought in her head.
She walked up the stairs, her hope fled along with her.
Something was off. Or to be more specific, on.
She ran through Jinx's door, which was wide and open.
Nothing caught her attention except for static coming from the television.
She could hear a slight rustling from the closet.
"Jinx?" Terra asked finally, one last time.
She opened the door.
There was a green faced Jinx, screaming, blood not flowing, and in a state of shock.
Terra's sanity would never be right again, after the slow, painful death of Jinx.
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See? Same crappy story. Less grammar failure. I swear I could shoot myself for the massacres I've produced. Oh, the spelling…
Review please. My sanity depends on it.