Once upon a time...
Once upon a time there was a little girl called Samara. She was adopted and had a mommy and a daddy who kept horses; she loved her mommy very much. One day Samara went skipping along when she realised she was a bit of a bad luck psycho for the village. Horses began to drown themselves around Samara and her mommy was very sad, so she had Samara put in a phycho bin by her husband. Samara managed to convince the doctors she was sane only to get out and be locked in a well by her mommy, this time Samara was very sad.
Samara Morgan was beginning to feel the intense cold of the well. She had been locked in there for five hours now and she was starting to get very scared. Samara's white dress was turning black and was soaked through. She started to shiver. She couldn't help it. She couldn't help hurting people, she just did. Why didn't her mommy love her anymore? Her father had always been the one to turn against her. The sun was now starting to set, the ring around the top of the well was dimming, soon Samara would be in the dark and she was getting tired. Why wasn't her mommy coming to take her home?
This story was a dabble to try and go a little bit deeper about what Samara felt being alone in the well. I wrote this only for the American film even though I always thought the Japanese version was better. R+R make me smile!
