I jolted awake to the sound of pounding on the front door. Groaning, I pulled my phone from under my pillow and looked at the time. 3:12 am. Nope. Definitely not answering that.
The pounding continued for a minute or two, then silence. Beginning to doze off, I was again shocked awake by the sound of banging, much more aggressive than before.
"What the hell!?" I whispered to my empty room, slowly making my way over to the bedroom door. I peeked out, and glanced warily down the hall to the back door, which was shaking from the barrage of fists. The glass in the door allowed me to see nothing but a dark shadow.
Darting back into my room and locking the door, I grabbed my cell phone to text my roommate.
"R u home?"
I tapped send and flinched with each reverberating knock.
A response came almost immediately. "Yes."
Incredulously, I stared down at the phone, then hit dial. As soon a I heard the line pick up, I whisper-screamed into my end.
"Do you not hear that? I'm about to call the police!"
She chuckled.
She actually laughed at me.
" Are you frightened? Please don't be fright...ened." She said in a raspy voice way higher in pitch than it had ever been.
"What are you talking about Samara? You're freaking me out more than the psycho pounding on the door!"
She chuckled again. " Let...them...in...let...them...in...side."
My blood ran cold.
Whatever I was talking to was obviously no longer Samara.
The thing kept repeating that last sentence as I ended the call.
The banging had stopped for the moment, and the house was once again silent.
I wasn't aware I was holding my breath until my vision started to fade a bit.
Before I could even begin to regulate my breathing and heart rate, I heard "Samara's" voice growl faintly "Do...it...myself...then."
And the banging began on my bedroom door.
