Below the window I saw Rick driving away in our car. I have no idea how I'll make it through the rest of this week. I should be at the very least... happy that I decided to myself not to infect Rick with the curse. But I had no one else to show the tape.

I wished momentarily there was some way to end the curse so that no one else would suffer but stopped thinking that abruptly as I felt an image of the eclipsed ring flash and burn into the back of my head. Samara knows when I think against her.

I could always give the tape to someone with a death wish already... but I doubt the curse would end with them. Unless they decided to burn all copies of the tape within their seven days. I couldn't do that. Samara's presence with different people is always unique. She happened to like hanging around me a lot. I don't think I want to see her angry.

I couldn't just give a person the tape (even if they were suicidal already) and tell them about it and tell them to destroy it so it would end because then... Even though I copied and passed on the tape, Samara would probably STILL kill me. And a very large part of me did not want to die.

The other part just didn't want to think about it.

Actually, I feel sorry for Samara. Things have changed in the decades since she died. If I was her adopted mother, I would have been proud to have such an imaginative child. So she was unusual and didn't express her self like a normal kid. So maybe she was psychic and a tad destructive. She was only turned out that way because they were afraid of her and condemned her for her talent.

I sat down on the brown leather couch and leaned back to stare up at the ceiling.

Though the forum online that I had found was shut down mere days before I found it, it did give me more insight than anything I could discover on my own. Surely, Samara knows of the forum's existance, and didn't shun the people that created it. I suppose that's because they spread the tape as well. For the non-believers, they soon would believe. And it also spread information.

And essentially, that's what Samara wanted. She wanted to spread the knowledge of her death. She wanted everyone to know. Then she wanted everyone to die. But maybe... not everyone? Obviously she left some alive to spread it.

I suddenly jolted upright and stared at the television set. Two words shot through my head: Live. Broadcast.

I crawled to the vcr and took the tape and put it in my purse. I have no idea what I'm thinking or how I'm going to go about it. But this has got to be my best idea... ever.

Pulling on my coat I slipped out the door and locked the apartment. I felt kind of numb all over and was almost in a trance to get this done. I felt anxious. I ran down the stairs, didn't want to bother with the uncooperative elevator right now. I needed to show the tape to not just one person, but many. I had a fixed idea in my head. A deep, dark, secret that I'd hide even from Samara. But I wanted to live.

On the sidewalk I held my arm up in the air and yelled for a taxi. A yellow cab pulled up and I slid myself in and gave the driver five dollars. This was going to be a long trip.

"To the local Channel 7 news tower, please."

"Alright."

He pulled off the curb and I put my hands in my lap nervously.

"Um, sir, do you watch channel 7 often?"

"Why, every morning! I'm a taxi cab driver, I have to get to work against the morning rush. I think most people watch in the morning, they have live feeds from every highway overpass between here and Puyallup."

"Sir, I think I changed where I want to go this morning."

"Oh?"

"To the digital recording center. I want to make a copy of this erm... footage before I present it the... erm... news."

"Okay sure thing. But what do you got there? Did you catch some good info? A burglary or somethin'?"

"Not exactly. But it'll be on the news tomorrow morning, you'll see..."