I'm so bored right now and my neck hurts like hell from sitting here so long, and typing from my story book…so ya'll better be liking this! Chapter 3

Chapter 3: 7 days…or your money back

Rachel rummaged through her closet.

"Aidan! Have you seen my hideous green shoes?"

From the living room, a small voice sounded.

"nooooo…."

Rachel grumbled and walked into the living room to see one of her green shoes sticking out of the video recorder, and one being jammed out the window by Aidan.

Rachel took the shoes, and Aidan went back to fixing his tie.

"You know…Wearing green to a funeral is very disrespectful." Aidan said. Rachel frowned and thought about it for a few seconds.

"What about my yellow ones? I have a matching necklace for them…and bag…"

"On second thoughts, maybe you should wear green." Aidan said, rolling his eyes and fixing his tiny tie again.

Aidan and Rachel walked up the path to the Katie's house.

Aidan wore his mini black suit with his white shirt and black tie. Rachel walked beside him, wearing her black dress and half chewed green shoes.

They walked into the house. Everyone was walking around, no one without a tissue in their hand. They all sobbed and comforted each other.

"Why is everyone so sad?" whispered Rachel to Aidan. He glared at her.

"What? I thought this was a college re-union!" She hissed. Aidan stared blankly at her.

"So what am I supposed to do with this cheesy dip?" She asked, waving the bowl in Aidan's face.

"Maybe you could give it to Katie as an offering." Aidan spat sarcastically. Rachel took this the wrong way, and sat it next to Katie's open coffin.

Aidan walked up beside her, and touched the wood of the cold coffin.

"HA!" Rachel snorted, causing a few people to look at her in disbelief. She bent down to Aidan's level and lowered her voice to a whisper.

"You can only reach the coffin!" She giggled. "Look…I can reach actually inside the coffin! Smallfry!"

She reached her hand inside and touched Katie. Half of the audience at this point jump out their seats, thinking that Katie will come to life and kill her, but she doesn't.

"Why does she have a bag on her head?" Rachel asked, frowning.

Aidan rolled his eyes and decided to take their minds off it before Rachel did something to reveal that, and something told him that would not be a good thing.

"Do you think Katie has any crayons in her room?" He asked.

"Go check." Rachel replied shortly.

Rachel walked into the kitchen to talk to Katie's mom, Ruthie.

"Sooo…." She said, trying to break the silence.

"Did she tell you how she died?" Ruthie asked Rachel.

"That's not possible, hun…" Rachel replied, looking at Ruthie.

"I'm a dumb blonde, what do you expect?" She asked, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Me too!" Rachel shouted. "Snap girlfriend!" Ruthie weakly snapped Rachel's hand, while still wiping tears from her cheeks.

"Please…" Ruthie started. "I saw her face…Please tell me what happened to her! Please tell me you didn't send her another pair of shoes…"

Rachel frowned again. "Nooooo…."

She headed outside, and walked into the conversation of three kids – two boys and a girl.

"Yeah I knew Becca." The girl, Sue, said. "She went mad when she saw Katie and had to be put to sleep."

"No," The first boy, Bob, said. "I heard Katie came alive and killed her."

"No…" Sue said, raising her eyebrows.

"She just died okay?" The second boy named Joe stated. "And then Becca was put into a mental hospital."

Rachel appeared.

"Hi." She said, trying to act subtle. "So who's in the mental hospital?"

"Well my uncle Dave is in a mental hospital…so is my dad…actually, all the men in my family are." Said Bob, looking at Rachel. Sue interrupted.

"She means Becca." Sue said, turning to see if she was correct.

"A straight jacket would be fun…" Rachel muttered.

"It's about the tape, I think." Joe muttered, turning to see if his reaction was right.

"Just don't go there." Bob said, waving his hand about. His expression turned serious and sinister. "It was so annoying…it was like being made to watch re runs of Will and Grace…"

There was a shocked silence.

"What tape?" Rachel asked, sipping on her drink that had appeared from no-where.

"The one that kills you when you watch it." Joe said plainly.

"Really?" Rachel asked, intrigued. "Can I borrow it? It might turn out to be one of Aidan's favourites…"

"Huh?" All three kids said, tilting their heads and staring at her.

"Katie's boyfriend Josh told us." Sue said, snapping out of her zombie like state.

"But he's dead too." Said Joe. "Supposedly killed himself but I have a theory involving ugly critters and shoes" He looked down at Rachel Green's (ironic) green shoes, and curled his lip up a bit.

Aidan rummaged around Katie's drawer looking for crayons.

Rachel came into the room, and saw him.

"You shouldn't be here." She mumbled.

"Dumb blonde…" Aidan muttered, leaving the room with no crayons much to his disappointment.

Rachel walked up to the desk and found a scrapbook with hundreds of pictures of models in it, each with their faces scribbled out. There was a note next to the book. With trembling fingers, Rachel picked it up and read it aloud to herself.

"I didn't do this coz I'm possessed – I just think they're damn ug-lee!"

Rachel walked down the street, crying as she looked at the pictures developed from Katie's camping trip. They are all blank.

She turned them round and started to think maybe she was just a dumb blonde…

Rachel raised the newspaper to her face and read to herself. It was about the other three teens that went on the camping trip with Katie. One was her boyfriend Josh, one was a girl called Helga, and her boyfriend, Paul.

"Ten pm…ten pm…ugly, scary girl seen at scene…" she read.

Rachel walked into the reception cabin of Shelter Mountain Inn.

"Hi." She started. The middle aged balding man behind the counter smiled at her.

"I was wondering if…"

"Pick a card, any card!" The owner shouted in her face.

Rachel decided to move things along a bit.

"I'll shove that deck where the sun don't shine if you don't give me the key to cabin 12 and that scary blank unlabelled tape in the bookshelf…"

The owner looked at her and handed over the key to cabin 12.

"See." Rachel mumbled under her breath to herself as she picked the tape from the shelf. "Aidan was right…that fancy word… 'Assertive' helps a lot…"

"This is your card, right?" He asked her as she left the reception.

"Twat." Rachel whispered.

Rachel entered the cabin and walked straight up to the TV.

"I aint afraid of no ghost…" She half sang as she placed the tape in the VCR.

An eerie whistle sounded through the air as the tape played, flashing images at her at 100mph, and the same eerie whistle when it finished.

The phone rang.

"Hello?" Rachel greeted the person calling, creeped out slightly. What the kids had told her was right…

"Okay…Your card was the six of…"

Rachel hung up. The phone rang again.

"Yo." She answered.

"Seven days…" A small gruff voice answered her.

"Have I won that holiday?" Rachel asked brightly.

"No…." Samara muttered on the other end.

"And by the way this is not Dominoes Pizza and no, I do not hold responsibility if your pizza took 7 days to arrive." Rachel waited for a reply.

"Damn!" Samara shouted. "I know! Total rip off…thirty minutes or your money back? Pah! Well I suppose delivering down such a deep well in the middle of no-where could have been a bit difficult…"

There was a pause where Rachel frowned slightly.

"Oh well, enjoy your last week!" and with that, Samara hung up.