Chapter Three: Trapped
Drip, drop, drip, drop, and over and over again sounded the rusty water drops as they landed on the bottom of the well, landing not only around but on Samara. She grimaced with disgust.
There must be a way out of here. She thought hissing. She reeled with anger. How was it that no one before had been able to defeat her, yet here she was, trapped again in her old, cold, stony prison? Trapped back into the well at the hands of some witch? She had gotten out of the well but to no avail. Samara found that within the curses boundaries she had no more than the form of a benign spirit outside of the well. Sure she had possessed before but now new rules applied. She had to get permission. Of all things…what nerve that witch had… locking me up. When I get out of here she's the first to go. Samara twisted her hands almost visualizing the kill.
Even though she had failed so many times she decided she would try again. She crawled over to where she had created her portal out and peeked her head inside. Suddenly thousands of images surrounded her. The images appeared as though on television screens appropriately enough. The images were of those who had watched the tape and not passed it on. She looked around wondering who to try and go after. Her head whirled around as her eyes searched up and down through the thick veil that was her hair. Suddenly a particular image caught her eye. She turned the rest of her body in the direction of her head, and the rest of the other images disappeared and the one that remained grew to life size. There was some blonde girl she didn't recognize and a boy whom she knew had watched the tape. He was picking up what seemed to be the girls text books but there was something a bit off about them. Samara took a closer look and found that they were written in brail. The little blonde is blind! But that couldn't be… she's so good about following the boy with her eyes, wait no only when he's moving. When he stops moving… she made a sudden realization. When he is motionless her eyes are lost. She doesn't know where to look. Samara knew right away that something was special about this girl, though she wasn't quite sure what that special thing was. She definitely won't be able to see me. Not that any one else had…but maybe, just maybe she can hear me… but even if she could would she let me take up shop in her body? Then it hit her. Of course…She knew just how to convince the girl to let her in. I can offer her the one thing no one else can give her…sight. As the blonde headed to her house, Samara stepped out of her well and through the portal, following the blonde girl down the path. Her hissing grimace now turning into a crooked smile, for soon she would be free again.