Queen Luana: Back in black. I've watched The Grudge, again. But now in broad daylight… Man, that's one fake movie! You can tell it's a doll, real bad! I can't believe that movie actually freaked me out. Although I still find some scenes rather scary. Like and that stairwell and when Yoko meets Kayako. (shivers) So actually, I still like it. (proud glow) It is the duty of a horror-fan to look past it! Anyway. Final chapter. It's a showdown. And as promised: EVERYBODY DIES!

Haunted forever

Robert sipped his mog of hot coffee and threw another look at his papers. He had two more patients to visit today, then he was out. That was good. He was extremely tired and couldn't wait to get into his bed.

Robert Davids has been a psychiatrist at the mental hospital Cherrington for almost twenty years. He liked his job. Although sometimes, some patients could really annoy or even scare him. His last patient of the day actually wasn't one of his, but he had to fill in for Marc, since his mother died recently. Patient number 106. One with quite a reputation.

So around nine o' clock after leaving the traumatised Lucy, who was still running around her cell screaming, he went to pick up the files of his last patient. "Good evening Martha," he greeted his secretary and the black stubby woman looked up with a smile. "I'm here to get the files of patient 106." The smile disappeared and she stood up with a sigh. "You poor guy."

"Her name's Bulma Briefs," she informed them as they strolled through the corridors towards her cell. "She's been here for nearly a year now. And I kinda got the feeling she doesn't want to leave. Marc's been working with her all that time, and he couldn't let her talk about what happened. About why she lost it." Robert nodded as he took the files from Martha.

"What are her sympthoms?" he asked and glanced at the pages.

"Afraid of the dark and afraid of being alone," Martha said and stopped outside a cell door. "But this one goes beyond a phobia. You remember when the electricity went out last month? She nearly crawled into the guards shirt."

"Guard?" Robert said with one raised eyebrow. Martha gave him a quick glance.

"Afraid of being alone," she said and tapped her nose. At the door stood a guard who opened the door with a smile and his key, and Robert went in. A young woman sat at the other end of the room, next to another guard, shaking and staring down at the floor. Her long green hair hung in front of her face, hiding all facial expressions. Robert gave a quick nod at the guard who stood up and left the room, closing the door behind him.

By now, Bulma had raised her head and blinked at the man standing in front of her, observing him closely. Robert cleared his throat with a smile. "Hello Bulma," he spoke softly and sat down next to her. "Doctor Lane couldn't make it so I'm filling in. My name's doctor Davids but you can call me Robert, if you'd like." But Bulma seemed to be oblivious. As soon as he had begun to speak she had lowered her head again. Robert knew she was a real though case, but he knew how to handle her. At least he thought he did.

"I've read your files, Bulma," he said. "Apparently you've been here for over a year now. Aren't you getting bored?" The first thing he wanted to find out was why she didn't want to leave. Of course, she couldn't leave even if she wanted to, but yet, like Martha said, that didn't seem to be the thing stopping her. "Why are you here, Bulma?" Bulma glanced at him, then at something behind him and quickly looked down again. Robert peeked over his shoulder but saw nothing but a white wall. So he turned back to Bulma. "Is something there Bulma?"

This time, Bulma faced him again, then moistened her lips as if ready to speak. And she did. "Didn't you ever wonder," she began, with a throat that was sore, because of her promise never to speak of it again. "H-How my husband and son died? So… mysteriously?" Robert knew what had happened to them, yet he shook his head and Bulma continued. "It was them… Their ghosts, their curse. That was what killed them. We all saw that curse, we all encountered it… And then they were consumed…"

"I don't understand, Bulma," Robert spoke. "If you all encountered it. Then why didn't you die?"

"Because," Bulma continued, moistening her lips every now and then. "I know how to evade her. She doesn't leave me alone, none of them do. But I got a delay. They can't kill me in front of the eyes of someone who hasn't come in touch yet. That's how they died, they came in touch…" Robert sighed and got ready to say what he had to say. So now he had her story, but he wanted to know her reaction to the truth.

"Bulma, your husband and son did not get killed by a curse," he said and already Bulma began to shake her head. "Your husband drowned your son and then hung himself." Bulma shook her head wilder. "That's the truth."

"No," Bulma cried. "No!" She jumped to her feet and pointed an insulting finger towards the corner of the room. "It was him! Him and that horrible – ghastly mother of his! They did it!"

"Bulma, who?" Robert asked and got up from the ground.

"Him! Toshio Saeki!" Bulma cried and did not withdraw her finger. "They did it! And Kayako Saeki!"

"Bulma, there's no one there," Robert spoke and stood in the corner, clearly indicating that all he was touching was air.

She grasped Robert's collar and brought her face to his. "Don't you understand? This is what they want you to think! Because you haven't encountered it!" The door flung open and a guard came in and pulled Bulma back but she struggled to get free.

"Now listen here, Bulma," Robert spoke softly, determined to improve her situation in one night. He was dying to do something Marc had failed in for almost a year about now. "All I'm going to do, is leave you in here, alone." Bulma turned pale and her eyes widened. Then she started to shake her head wildly and she screamed, almost breaking her vocal cords and tried to free herself. "Only for a minute or so," Robert calmed her with loud voice to surpass her volume. "Then I'll come back in and you'll see that nothing will happen."

The guard dropped Bulma in a corner and then they both left the room. Robert checked his watch. "Switch the light off please," he said and smiled at Martha, who had watched him do his work through the round window in the door. She clipped the light switch off and within barely a second they could hear the horrified Bulma. Martha shook her head and listened to the poor girl slamming her hands at the door, crying for help. And so it went on for about thirty seconds, then Bulma cooled down. Robert checked his watch again and nodded. "Okay, let's see how she'll react now shall we?"

When the door opened, Bulma plumped into the hallway and all of them screamed in terror. Her face was covered in blood, and one hand grasped desperately for Robert's trousers. She said nothing, only a loud croak came from her mouth. Then she fell down, and lied there, dead. It took them a couple of minutes to calm down. Martha had started sobbing loudly and other nurses and doctors had shown up to see what all the fuse was about, and about half of them ran off to the toilets to puke. One of the guards finally had the guts to lean down and take a closer look. He checked her neck then his pale face nearly turned green.

"H-Her neck's twisted…" he swallowed and straightened. "All the way round… She couldn't have possibly done that herself."

"Call an ambulance," Robert told a fellow psychiatrist who obeyed. Then he turned back to Bulma. "She couldn't be…" he muttered to himself and stroke his chin. Indeed, there was no way she could've done that herself. But who else could have done it? She was alone in her cell! No one could've enterred, they were right at the door! The two guards finally decided to take her corpse away and hesitantly they picked her up from the floor. Only Robert stood there pinned to the ground and watched the puddle of blood.

He leaned over and turned the light back on. When he did so he swore that in a flash, he could see the silhouette of a pale young boy, sitting in Bulma's cell. He leaned in closer but it was just as empty as it had been before. He adjusted his tie, told someone to 'mob that mess up' and headed home.

Little did he know, the curse had claimed another victim… and moved on to the next.

Queen Luana: Yeeeeeeey! I finally did it! Oh yeah! Man, it took me a while to finish this one. Hope you liked the final chapter, didn't think it was lame or something. So, now I'll start working on White Noise. And please vote for your favorite Briefs to play the main character: Vegeta, Bulma or Trunks! Thank you. And - Pleaaaase review, it's the final chapter so pleeeease! Pretty please!

Kayako: Croaaaaakkk…

Queen Luana: No, it's pronounced 'please' with a P.

Kayako: Croakkk?

Queen Luana: No P! PPPPlease!

Kayako: Croa-oaaakkk?

Queen Luana: Uhm… Better.