"Where did you get that!" Aiden screamed.

Saria, startled, fell off the couch. "This?" she asked, "I made it. It's a recording of a movie I made."

Aiden relaxed a little bit, but he was confused. He was sure he had sensed the evil of Samara's videotape on it. There would be only one way to find out. "I'm sorry," he said, "I thought it was something…else…" He then took the tape and put it into the video player. A picture of Saria appeared, which then talked about herself, then the camera turned to show a home with a "For Sale" sign with "Sold!" slapped across it. Aiden realized, correctly, that this must be Saria's new home in Astoria. The rest of the movie simply showed the inside of the house and places around the seaside community. Then it was over.

Aiden clapped feebly. "It was good," he complimented. He went over to the player to eject the tape. Suddenly, he felt a chill. Nervously, he looked up at the television screen. It was just static, but suddenly an image flashed onto the screen, and then disappeared. It was a picture that had haunted Aiden and Rachel, even after the whole incident had been over.

It was the ring.

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Aiden awoke several hours later to see Saria kneeling over him. "Good you're awake," she said, relieved, "I was worried for a minute. Actually, I was worried for," she looked at her watch, "Two hours and eighteen minutes. Why did you faint?"

"I…saw something," Aiden replied quickly, sitting up as he did so and almost fainting again from the rush, "Saria, where did you get that tape?"

Saria frowned, "I bought it at an electronics store, why?"

Aiden paused. Should he tell her about Samara, the videotape, the well, the ring, the death of his cousin and father, the possession, and everything else? After some consideration, he decided to do the best thing and lie.

"I guess I'm just hallucinating, that's all." He knew Saria wouldn't buy it, but it was worth a shot.

"Aiden, did you see my future?" Saria asked worriedly.

"No," Aiden replied, "I was just hallucinating, that's all. I have some homework to do." He then walked over to his bookbag and pulled out his large blue binder. It was decorated with pictures he had taken with his prized possession: his digital camera.

"I guess I had better go then," Saria said quietly, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye, Saria." Aiden then walked into the other room and took out a pencil he heard the front door open, and then close again. He wondered if it had been the right thing to do. Oh well, he would worry about after he finished his grammar homework.

About half an hour later, Aiden finished correcting the last sentence in the assignment and was getting tired. He closed his notebook, and paused. Something was missing; he wasn't sure what, but something was wrong with the front of his binder. Unbeknownst to him, though, when he had picked up his binder earlier, a picture had fallen out. It had been hidden partially behind another picture; a much happier one. He decided to worry about it in the morning, so after heating up some leftovers and eating them, he went upstairs and fell straight asleep.

That night, Aiden had a strange dream. He was standing in the middle of a green field. He could see horses on a distant hill. He also noticed a small girl with long dark hair. He walked up to her. She turned around. Her face was pale, and she had a worried and sad look on her face.

"Please," the girl implored to Aiden, "You must help me!"

"How?" Aiden replied. This is a very odd dream, he thought.

The girl looked up at Aiden with big, sad eyes and whispered, "I need to wake up." Suddenly, a hole appeared in the ground. A hand reached out and grabbed the girl's leg, pulling her into the hole. She screamed a piercing, haunting scream. The hole extended and Aiden fell in as well.

Suddenly, he woke up, drenched in sweat. He could still hear the girl screaming in his head. Suddenly, he knew what picture was missing, and exactly where it was.