April 21, 2005
9:30 PM.
A boy sat in front of his computer, an apathetic look on his pale face. This wasn't different for him- he did this almost every night.
Jason Schaeffer was of average height, with brown hair and steely blue eyes, which widened with expectation every time he received something out of the ordinary.
He looked over to his living room table, an unmarked VHS laying on the aging wood surface. A label on it read "COPY".
He got up from his office chair, walking with dread towards the tape. He picked it up, his hands shaking, and walked over to the VCR. "It can't be real…it's just another urban legend." He laughed at this thought, wondering how many people have thought the same thing about this tape.
He pushed the tape in, turned on the TV, and pressed play.
An amalgam of images raced through his mind: a ring of light…bloody water…a woman combing her hair…a moving body bag…what looked like an intestine being viscerally ripped from someone's bleeding mouth…all ending with a well in a blue forest, a hand barely protruding from it.
Static.
Jason felt different somehow…like something was moving inside him, waiting to be born.
He shrugged it off, thinking it to be just a gross film, probably made by one of the kids at school…
Then the phone rang.
Jason froze, thinking they'd just go away. The rings persisted. He got up and ran to the kitchen, picking up the receiver. He put it to his ear, hoping it wasn't true. It couldn't be.
"Seven days." A girl's voice echoed through his mind, disconnecting as she finished.
9:32 PM.