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Chapter Two: Solving a Mystery

Where? If there was one question detective Camille Addie couldn't answer it was where. Where did all the evil go? What could have possibly caused all the murderous havoc to cease? It wasn't dead, of that she was certain. What ever force had caused so much pain in that past year, a force like that couldn't die, let alone this easily.

Maybe if I just continue my research… She thought absent mindedly. I should know more...I don't even know what this thing is…

Camille had been a detective for about five years. Many when they talked to her used fairy tale jokes and myths. You see Camille's line of work was mainly in that of the unexplained and supernatural. Almost no one took her seriously. Then in the midst of her thinking there was a knock on the door.

"Come in" Camille said not getting up from her desk. The door knob turned and in walked a skinny, short, blonde, female. She was very timid. Camille gestured towards a chair and asked her to sit down. It was very silent for a while but Camille urged the girl to speak.

"Miss Addie?" She paused and then began again. "I'm here because I heard you do some work in the unexplained… even supernatural."

Camille clearly annoyed spoke. "If you're here because one of your little friends dared you to tell me what a whack job I am you can kindly show your self to the door."

"Oh no!" Said the girl frightened. "I am here because I need your help."

Camille scrunched her eyes in confusion. "What is it you need help with?"

"About six months ago…" She began soft and meekly, quivering slightly with each word as though her very utterance of them could cause something bad to happen. "Something strange was circulating my school. It was becoming like a fad or something." She stopped and shook her head. "No it was more like a game of truth or dare, only it was only dares and of those dares only one existed. The dare was to watch this sort of horror movie thing. No one at my school likes to be called a coward so it just kept passing along, new copies being made and passed through the school. No one knew just what they were truly getting into when a tape reached them. Then one day it got to my best friend, her boyfriend gave it to her with a dare to watch it. She thought it was romantic, but she didn't want to watch it alone. I was at her house the following night and she told me she had it. At first I refused but ultimately I gave in. She popped the tape in the player and it began. I closed my eyes through the entire thing. That must be why it didn't affect me. The next day when she came to school she told me how after I had fallen a sleep, around midnight, she got a call. When she answered a scratchy voiced girl…"

"Do you know the name of this girl?" Camille asked.

"I think my friend called her Samara" She replied after thinking a moment. "As I was saying she got a call from the girl saying she would die in seven days if she didn't make a copy of the tape and pass them both on before the end of the seventh day. My friend didn't believe it and neither did I. I figured dozens of people must have not taken it seriously before right? But then some pretty weird stuff started happening."

"What kind of weird stuff?" Camille asked while jotting down notes vigorously.

"Well like dogs, and other animals would go crazy around her. My dog always greeted her with a smile but this time when she appeared my dog ran into the closet whimpering. And when ever I was near her I got this weird feeling, and not a good one either. I felt scared, no that's not right. I felt petrified." The blonde girl's eyes then began to get a little misty. "Then as stated, on the seventh day…"

"Please continue"

The girl sniffed and nodded. "I went over to her house for our planed Sunday sleepover. We were gonna watch the T.V. premier of the fourth Harry Potter movie. When I got to her house her mom told me she hadn't been out of her room all day. I hurriedly ran up the stares to her room and didn't see her. Horrified I remembered it was the seventh day since watching the tape. I searched all over and finally stopped at her closet. I hesitated a moment but only that before I opened the door. I almost fainted then and there." Tears were streaming down her face as she finished her story. "There was my best friend hunched over in a ball but her face was still facing outward towards me. From head to tow she was covered in thick green mold as though she had been there rotting for a month." She sniffed. "That Samara is a sick bitch" She screamed. "What kind of monster would do this?" She looked at Camille, begging for an answer but Camille had none. "The authorities questioned her parents first, then her boyfriend, who I practically wanted to murder my self for essentially causing this. Though how could he know this would happen? He couldn't know she wouldn't do as asked. He probably thought it was some sort of bluff any way and was just passing it on to be safe." She couldn't speak any longer. Any words that made it out of her mouth were muffled by her sobbing. Camille reached over and tried to comfort her with no avail. There was no calming the poor girl.

"Is there anything else you can tell me that might help? Were you able to identify the killer?"

The blonde nodded. "After her death I made it my duty to investigate what the police wouldn't dare even look into. I went to her boyfriend to ask him what had been on the tape since I hadn't actually watched it my self. He said that the entire thing was about this little girl who I have come to think is Samara her self."

"Wait you think the girl is the killer?"

"Of course! I mean it is her video tape after all. Haven't you been listening at all?" The girl remarked. "My friends boyfriend said that for those who didn't follow the instructions were killed by Samara who would climb out of their televisions or kill them in their bathrooms. She does it because that's how she died. Her mother pushed her down a well, rightfully done though you see she was possessed even from birth, and Samara drowned after her seventh day stuck in the well."

"That also explains the significance of seven days." Camille noted taping her pen on her note book.

The blonde nodded. "So you believe me? You don't think I'm crazy like every one else does do you? My own mother even tried to send me to a psychiatrist, the nerve! The only other person who believes me is my friend's boyfriend and he isn't much help."

"I believe you." The blonde looked overjoyed. "Is there anything else you can tell me about Samara?"

"Not much. Only that a few months after my friend died she attacked a girl who turned out to be some sort of witch, who trapped Samara back in her well. I came to you because I'm certain she will find a way out. I don't want any one else to die like my friend."

"I understand. Together I think we'll figure this out."