I settled instantly when I looked up into his cool blue eyes and smiled a little. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight.

"Oh Rick... I had the most horrible dream..."

"I'm... sorry," he shifted nervously.

My eyebrows furrowed and I let go and tilted my head at him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong, hun."

He smiled. I went along with it.

"I'm going into town this morning, just wanted to tell you I'd be out of the apartment. Didn't want you to get scared. You've been awfully clingy lately..."

He eyed me suspiciously.

Okay, so I never showed him the tape. I was hesitant. I have time. I have three days. I'd show someone. And I have been on edge a lot since Sunday...

I smiled back, "Okay, I'll see you this afternoon. I'll be on the computer when you get back I have to do some research."

He nodded, "Great!"

Rick slid off the bed and grabbed his coat off the door handle.

"I'm glad you understand."

He turned and and left the room and I heard him shut the apartment door. And then I frowned.

Where was he going? He never leaves me. I told him I needed him. I shivered inwardly. Not that I was afraid of being alone. I wasn't afraid of lonliness. Or the house. I wasn't even quite so afraid of Samara and her cursed tape. At least not at the moment.

He didn't even say where he was going. I closed my eyes and I rememered my dream.

'He doesn't love you...' Samara's voice taunted.

Maybe... I should go follow him. I suddenly didn't want to be alone. I got up and rumaged through my drawers and changed into a better pair of pants. I walked out to the door and slid on my coat and brushed my hair a couple times to make it lay flat and I examined myself in the mirror.

Not too shabby for just waking up.

And then I saw her.

She was standing just in the doorway to my bedroom. My breath caught in my throat a little and I felt my blood literally run cold. Damn. It's not like it was the first time I saw her. Yet I react the same way every time.

She knew she had my attention now. Her long jet black hair fell over her face as she stepped out from the shadows of my room. Samara walked down the hall towards me and stopped halfway. She lifted her head up and her hair just barely parted.

"You won't like what you see today."

Like I enjoy anything she's shown me so far.

She turned and walked into the living room. I let out my breath and poked my head around the corner to the living room. She was standing in front of the large window looking down on the streets below.

"He doesn't love you... He loves the other one."

"What other one? There is no one else!"

She looked up and I saw her reflection in the window. Her hair was perfectly parted down the center and I could see her face. Clean and pale but not decayed.

"You won't like what you see today."

I barely blinked and she disappeared. There was a drop of water sliding down the window where she was, but I wasn't fazed. I walked over to the window.

Maybe I should explain things a little better...

My name is Amanda. I'm 21 and my boyfriend is four years older. Three days ago my cousin called me up and told me she was sorry and she had something to show me. She was acting as if some cat of hers died or something and she wanted me to come to its little kitty funeral. But no... it was the tape.

And I watched it. She explained it all to me before hand. I saw the proof, but I still didn't believe it. She was insistant that she was going to die if I didn't help her so I did... what harm could it do? I assumed it was one big hoax. One big chain letter.

Well it wasn't. I got the phone call just like she said. Again, I denied it all and assumed it was one of her friends she had set up to call. But how would they have known when to call? I shook it off and went on my way with the tape in my hand.

But then I saw the girl. She told me she didn't like people that didn't believe her message. I first saw her in a dream... then I woke up and saw her in my living room. And you know what I did? I chucked a coffee cup at her just to make sure I was only hallucinating. The cup never hit her. It stopped in front of her face, liquidized and fell to the floor. I haven't seen that cup or a look a like cup since.

Since day two, she's been all over. In my dreams and when I'm awake. At least I think I'm awake. Things seem to run together every now and then.

On day three I went online to a forum. It closed the day I watched the tape. They are refusing to talk to anymore of 'the cursed.' They wouldn't return my mail, either. It's as if Samara is closing me off from the world around me. I'm marked. The forum online knows it. The stray animals down town know it. Samara knows it. I know it.

Today is day four.

I don't think I like how this is going. Do you want me to continue? What could spice it up more?