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A/N-This is the last chapter. Or is it??? It is, for this story. I am *definetly* going to write a sequel. Okay, enjoy the *last* chapter. And review!
Chapter 18-End of the Game
Rachel watched in horror as the young girl began to limp into the room, her hair thrown messily over her face, but she stopped abruptly in the doorway.
Glancing down at her son, who was lying unconscious on the floor, Rachel stood upright and faced Samara. "Keep away from him, Samara!" she shouted, her voice resounding all around her.
Samara stood, unmoving, watching Rachel through her hair. "No," answered Samara. Her voice sounded so evil and angry that it sent a chill up Rachel's spine. "This game has gone on too long," Samara continued, remaining where she was.
Rachel stepped in front of her son. "If you want him, come and get him!" Fear clearly shown in Rachel's voice, but she stayed bravely in front of her son. She braced herself for an attack from Samara, but received none; Samara remained in the doorway.
"No, bring him here," demanded Samara, just the slightest bit of fear showing in her voice.
Rachel heard Samara's fear, and smiled. "Why don't *you* come here Samara?" she asked, taunting the little girl.
Samara stiff did not move, but a loud *BANG* resounded throughout the room, followed by a high-pitched screaming. Moaning in pain, Rachel clasped her hands to her ears.
After a few seconds, the screaming faded away. Rachel removed her hands from her ears, wincing inwardly from the unbarably loud scream she had heard earlier.
A thick smoke began filling the room. Rachel began coughing, falling onto her knees. "I....can't-breathe," she choked out.
As Rachel continued to cough, she heard a young girl begin to laugh a horrible, inhumane laugh that Rachel had only heard on horror movies.
The smoke cleared suddenly, and Rachel looked at the doorway; Samara had still not moved. "Why don't you come in here?!" Rachel screamed, standing upright once again. All that she got in response was an eerie silence. "God damn it, why are you doing this to me?!"
The laugh filled her ears again. Rachel knew that she had to do something, but what could *she* do? She was dealing with a force a hundred times stronger than she was.
'Wait,' Rachel thought, her eyes lighting up. 'This is *my* dream. I can do or make anything I want.'
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, thinking of everything Samara had ever feared or hated.
As she opened her eyes, she saw a tattered white dress directly in front of her. She gasped and fell backwards, clutching her son close to her.
Samara stared down at her and, when Rachel was sure that Samara was about to kill her, a voice came echoing all around her. "Now, Samara, why don't you tell me about the pictures?"
Samara turned around and saw the doctor that had tormented her, all those years ago, and kept her at the hospital for so long. She began limping towards the doctor.
"Now, Samara, you should stay in your seat," ordered the doctor. Samara continued towards him, death filled in her unseen eyes.
Quietly, but quickly, Rachel picked up Aiden and sprinted out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. As she ran past the observation window, she heard the doctor scream a pain-filled scream. She closed her eyes as a spray of blood flew against the glass.
Whimpering in fear, Rachel continued to run, although she did not know why. She heard Samara's wet footsteps coming after her....
*Splish*
*Splish*
As soon as Rachel heard the footsteps, she squeezed her eyes shut once again, picturing another person Samara either hated or feared.
As she rounded a corner, Rachel slipped in a puddle of water and fell hard on the cold, metal floor. Still clinging to Aiden, she heard the footsteps get louder....
*Splish*
*Splish*
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR ROOM?!" yelled a voice angrier than any Rachel had ever heard in her lifetime.
Rachel immediently recognized the voice as Richard Morgan's. She looked carefully around the corner and saw Richard Morgan towering over his daughter, who was looking back up at him.
With one quick motion, Morgan knocked Samara off of her feet, slamming her against a wall. Samara stood back up, staring daggers at her father....
Suddenly, Morgan sunk down to his knees, clutching his chest. He gasped for breath, but when he received none, he collapsed on the floor....dead.
Rachel's eyes widened as Samara's head moved from her father's corpse to her. She stood up quickly, Aiden still in her arms, and began running.
She was running out of people to throw in Samara's path. Her thoughts trailed to one last person....
Rachel ran and ran, only to be met with a dead end. All energy drained from her. Her legs finally gave in and she fell to the floor, putting her back against the wall.
*Splish*
*Splish*
Samara came into view, and Rachel could do nothing more than watch as Samara closed in on her.
Rachel held in a gasp as she saw Anna Morgan come up behind Samara. Before Samara could even notice that her mother was behind her, Anna had whipped out a black plastic bag and had put it over Samara's head.
Samara thrashed around violently, but could not escape her mother's grip. Finally, Samara's body went limp, and Anna dropped her daughter's body to the floor.
Anna Morgan looked into Rachel's frightened eyes and said softly, "She never sleeps...."
Anna disappeared, leaving only Rachel and Aiden in the hallway. Rachel, her mouth agape, pondered Anna's last words.
She shook her head. "What did she mean?" Rachel wondered aloud. "Everyone's been telling me 'She never sleeps,' but what do they mean?"
Aiden's eyelids flew open, and he stood up. "You'll find out," he hissed, running in the opposite direction down the hall.
Rachel, standing up, began running after her son. "Aiden!" she shouted. "Aiden!" she shouted again.
She could see Aiden in front of her, and she tried desperately to follow him as he darted between the labyrinth of hallways they were in.
As she turned a corner, Rachel nearly knocked over her son. Aiden was standing in the middle of the hallway, pointing to the opposite end.
Rachel looked in the direction that Aiden was pointing, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her by the arm. A horrible burning sensation began covering her arm. She looked down at Aiden, who had her arm in a vice-like grip. She tried to pull her arm away, but failed in doing so.
Rachel looked back down the hallway, where Aiden was continuing to point, and gasped. A large black-and-white picture was now on the wall at the end of the hallway, which showed Samara's well.
Rachel screamed in pain as Aiden's fingernails began to cut into her flesh. She screamed again as Samara's hand appeared, and tried to pull her arm out of her son's grip, but she couldn't; Aiden seemed to be nailed to the spot.
Samara was out of her well, and was limping towards them. As Samara emerged from the picture, an eruption of water spilled everwhere.
Samara came towards Rachel....slowly....slowly....
*Splish*
*Splish*
Rachel whimpered; she had lost.
Samara stepped in front of her, looking at her through her long, black, tangled hair. "Well Samara," began Rachel, tears streaking down her face, "are you going to kill me now?"
"No," replied Samara, to Rachel's great surprise. "You've been bad. You kept Aiden away from me....so I'm going to make you go somewhere *really* bad. Somewhere no one wants to ever, ever go...."
Rachel stood in shock as Aiden disappeared. "He's mine," continued Samara. "I won."
A gust of wind blew by, and Rachel got a small glimpse of all of the evil and pain Samara's eyes held....
Washington Psyciatric Hospital
Patient Information:
Number: SM0133
Name: Last: Keller First: Rachel MI: B
Date of Birth: 6/15/76
Enregistered: 11/08/03
Found in a car on the side of a highway in Idaho
Problem: Patient never sleeps
*Finis*
A/N: Yeah, I really need to write a sequel. And I will. Did you like my story?? Well, tell me what you thought in a review! And what a good idea for a sequel would be!
A/N-This is the last chapter. Or is it??? It is, for this story. I am *definetly* going to write a sequel. Okay, enjoy the *last* chapter. And review!
Chapter 18-End of the Game
Rachel watched in horror as the young girl began to limp into the room, her hair thrown messily over her face, but she stopped abruptly in the doorway.
Glancing down at her son, who was lying unconscious on the floor, Rachel stood upright and faced Samara. "Keep away from him, Samara!" she shouted, her voice resounding all around her.
Samara stood, unmoving, watching Rachel through her hair. "No," answered Samara. Her voice sounded so evil and angry that it sent a chill up Rachel's spine. "This game has gone on too long," Samara continued, remaining where she was.
Rachel stepped in front of her son. "If you want him, come and get him!" Fear clearly shown in Rachel's voice, but she stayed bravely in front of her son. She braced herself for an attack from Samara, but received none; Samara remained in the doorway.
"No, bring him here," demanded Samara, just the slightest bit of fear showing in her voice.
Rachel heard Samara's fear, and smiled. "Why don't *you* come here Samara?" she asked, taunting the little girl.
Samara stiff did not move, but a loud *BANG* resounded throughout the room, followed by a high-pitched screaming. Moaning in pain, Rachel clasped her hands to her ears.
After a few seconds, the screaming faded away. Rachel removed her hands from her ears, wincing inwardly from the unbarably loud scream she had heard earlier.
A thick smoke began filling the room. Rachel began coughing, falling onto her knees. "I....can't-breathe," she choked out.
As Rachel continued to cough, she heard a young girl begin to laugh a horrible, inhumane laugh that Rachel had only heard on horror movies.
The smoke cleared suddenly, and Rachel looked at the doorway; Samara had still not moved. "Why don't you come in here?!" Rachel screamed, standing upright once again. All that she got in response was an eerie silence. "God damn it, why are you doing this to me?!"
The laugh filled her ears again. Rachel knew that she had to do something, but what could *she* do? She was dealing with a force a hundred times stronger than she was.
'Wait,' Rachel thought, her eyes lighting up. 'This is *my* dream. I can do or make anything I want.'
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, thinking of everything Samara had ever feared or hated.
As she opened her eyes, she saw a tattered white dress directly in front of her. She gasped and fell backwards, clutching her son close to her.
Samara stared down at her and, when Rachel was sure that Samara was about to kill her, a voice came echoing all around her. "Now, Samara, why don't you tell me about the pictures?"
Samara turned around and saw the doctor that had tormented her, all those years ago, and kept her at the hospital for so long. She began limping towards the doctor.
"Now, Samara, you should stay in your seat," ordered the doctor. Samara continued towards him, death filled in her unseen eyes.
Quietly, but quickly, Rachel picked up Aiden and sprinted out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. As she ran past the observation window, she heard the doctor scream a pain-filled scream. She closed her eyes as a spray of blood flew against the glass.
Whimpering in fear, Rachel continued to run, although she did not know why. She heard Samara's wet footsteps coming after her....
*Splish*
*Splish*
As soon as Rachel heard the footsteps, she squeezed her eyes shut once again, picturing another person Samara either hated or feared.
As she rounded a corner, Rachel slipped in a puddle of water and fell hard on the cold, metal floor. Still clinging to Aiden, she heard the footsteps get louder....
*Splish*
*Splish*
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR ROOM?!" yelled a voice angrier than any Rachel had ever heard in her lifetime.
Rachel immediently recognized the voice as Richard Morgan's. She looked carefully around the corner and saw Richard Morgan towering over his daughter, who was looking back up at him.
With one quick motion, Morgan knocked Samara off of her feet, slamming her against a wall. Samara stood back up, staring daggers at her father....
Suddenly, Morgan sunk down to his knees, clutching his chest. He gasped for breath, but when he received none, he collapsed on the floor....dead.
Rachel's eyes widened as Samara's head moved from her father's corpse to her. She stood up quickly, Aiden still in her arms, and began running.
She was running out of people to throw in Samara's path. Her thoughts trailed to one last person....
Rachel ran and ran, only to be met with a dead end. All energy drained from her. Her legs finally gave in and she fell to the floor, putting her back against the wall.
*Splish*
*Splish*
Samara came into view, and Rachel could do nothing more than watch as Samara closed in on her.
Rachel held in a gasp as she saw Anna Morgan come up behind Samara. Before Samara could even notice that her mother was behind her, Anna had whipped out a black plastic bag and had put it over Samara's head.
Samara thrashed around violently, but could not escape her mother's grip. Finally, Samara's body went limp, and Anna dropped her daughter's body to the floor.
Anna Morgan looked into Rachel's frightened eyes and said softly, "She never sleeps...."
Anna disappeared, leaving only Rachel and Aiden in the hallway. Rachel, her mouth agape, pondered Anna's last words.
She shook her head. "What did she mean?" Rachel wondered aloud. "Everyone's been telling me 'She never sleeps,' but what do they mean?"
Aiden's eyelids flew open, and he stood up. "You'll find out," he hissed, running in the opposite direction down the hall.
Rachel, standing up, began running after her son. "Aiden!" she shouted. "Aiden!" she shouted again.
She could see Aiden in front of her, and she tried desperately to follow him as he darted between the labyrinth of hallways they were in.
As she turned a corner, Rachel nearly knocked over her son. Aiden was standing in the middle of the hallway, pointing to the opposite end.
Rachel looked in the direction that Aiden was pointing, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her by the arm. A horrible burning sensation began covering her arm. She looked down at Aiden, who had her arm in a vice-like grip. She tried to pull her arm away, but failed in doing so.
Rachel looked back down the hallway, where Aiden was continuing to point, and gasped. A large black-and-white picture was now on the wall at the end of the hallway, which showed Samara's well.
Rachel screamed in pain as Aiden's fingernails began to cut into her flesh. She screamed again as Samara's hand appeared, and tried to pull her arm out of her son's grip, but she couldn't; Aiden seemed to be nailed to the spot.
Samara was out of her well, and was limping towards them. As Samara emerged from the picture, an eruption of water spilled everwhere.
Samara came towards Rachel....slowly....slowly....
*Splish*
*Splish*
Rachel whimpered; she had lost.
Samara stepped in front of her, looking at her through her long, black, tangled hair. "Well Samara," began Rachel, tears streaking down her face, "are you going to kill me now?"
"No," replied Samara, to Rachel's great surprise. "You've been bad. You kept Aiden away from me....so I'm going to make you go somewhere *really* bad. Somewhere no one wants to ever, ever go...."
Rachel stood in shock as Aiden disappeared. "He's mine," continued Samara. "I won."
A gust of wind blew by, and Rachel got a small glimpse of all of the evil and pain Samara's eyes held....
Washington Psyciatric Hospital
Patient Information:
Number: SM0133
Name: Last: Keller First: Rachel MI: B
Date of Birth: 6/15/76
Enregistered: 11/08/03
Found in a car on the side of a highway in Idaho
Problem: Patient never sleeps
*Finis*
A/N: Yeah, I really need to write a sequel. And I will. Did you like my story?? Well, tell me what you thought in a review! And what a good idea for a sequel would be!