Hello! So, before anything I should just say that this story is heavily based on The Ring so if you haven't seen it you should either skip this story or read a synopsis. I'm uploading multiple parts of it and I'm very very proud of my work so far. Enjoy!!!
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Do you every get so depressed that common sense leaves you faster than a man who has a pregnant girlfriend?
I laid in my bed, a bottle of xanex floating around in my system, working its way across each of my limbs and switching them off one by one. Seven days earlier I was smiling and giggling with my friends, even watching a stupid video tape on my mums old VCR player. However, it takes less than a minute to cheat on your girlfriend, two minutes to find someone cheating on their girlfriend and three minutes to tell they're girlfriend they're being cheated on. I was suicidal after six whole minutes. Pathetic, right? Someone with everything was so vulnerable that they could loose anything, even their loved one. Maybe it was part of that dumb "curse" my friends said was on that tape but it didn't matter. I was too ashamed to care at that moment.
But that was when I heard it.
My tv snapped on the other side of the room, revealing a black and white well. It was insanely old and decrepit yet I had seen it before, it was the same well from that dumb tape. I peeked fearlessly as the well was slid open and long strands of black hair began to slip out of it, followed by a pare of white shoulders. I wasn't even afraid, only released that I wasn't going to die alone like I thought. The hissing of static invaded my ears as the woman from the tv slipped out of the old well and began to step across the autumn leaves, towards the camera. I wanted to sit up and invite her inside my room but I knew this story and I knew it all too well. 'I-I don't...know if you...can...s-still have...my soul...' I wheezed out. I honestly would've put off suicide just so that the tv girl could taken me like I knew she needed to. It wasn't her fault. The closer she stepped to the camera, the more I began to notice how tall she was. Her shoulders were more straight than droopy and she had more of a manly figure than that of a girl. She got as close as she could to the camera before letting her head go through the tv screen. 'O-Oh, wow...your...hair is...v-very nice...' I began to feel light-headed as she continued to pass through my tv, water coating whatever surface she touched. Her skin was grey, a fitting colour for her "occupation". She crawled across my floor towards me until her parade of long, black hair was right beside my head. Instead of speaking, I reached forward and wiped the hair from her eyes. That was when I noticed that she was actually a man, and a pretty one at that. 'I...h-hope you...have...a lovely...day...' I smiled at the demon man before feeling him slam his hand on my trembling arm that was cupping his decaying cheek. I expected him to kill me but instead, he gagged on a pool of water that was continuously oozing from between his dry lips. I looked into his eyes, knowing that he'd have to kill me afterwards. 'You have...lovely...eyes...' deciding to throw caution into the wind, I gave the demon a goodbye kiss on his deathly hips before shutting my eyes and awaiting death.
'Have you heard about this tape?' Samara giggled, waving the black rectangle in the air like an idiot. 'It totally kills people.'
'Yeah right.' My friend, Ricky rolled his eyes and looked back down at his phone.
'Yeah, it does...' Devin kept his voice low. I just calmly drank my tea, no opinion on the situation whatsoever. 'Really, lets just leave the tape alone...'
'No way! We have to watch it! Come on, (Y/n), you with me?' Samara looked over at me, her naïve yet beautiful smile directed at me.
'I-If Devin says no-'
'No, we have to watch it! They can go but you have to! Come one! I need you to! You need to watch this!' There was a distinct panic and desperation in her voice that was setting off all sorts of alarms in Devin's head.
'F-Fine...but afterwards I wanna watch something with cats in it...'
'B-But she watched it! I did as you asked! Y-You're not supposed to- n-no...no! No please!' Please!'
Gurgle
Gasp
Gag
I didn't ask for anything. Especially emotions. As that girl laid in her bed, recovering I remembered the feeling of her touching my cheek, her lips against mine. No one had ever shown me kindness before. Her friend lied in my puddle of water, maggots already beginning to form inside of her.
That girl...
Before I continued my thoughts, I began to feel something in my chest. It was...warm. My skin began to throb and grow, colour spreading through me one pore at a time.
I could breathe again.
What was happening to me?
Another chance.
Curse lifted.
Life.
My head was throbbing painfully, even as I split my eyelids apart and took in the scenery around me. My floor was dripping wet, my sheets slightly damp and my tv on static. Without saying a word, I lifted myself onto the bed and shuffled out of my bedroom. Wet footprints were planted on the floor, leading all the way into my kitchen. 'H-Hello? A somebody here?'
'No, no one is here.' Someone replied to me. I snickered, beginning to drag myself towards the kitchen.
'Are you...going to hurt me?'
'I don't think so.'
I finally stepped into the kitchen, my eyes gazing at the tall man playing around with my whisk. 'You...who are you?'
'My name is...um...I don't know. I think it starts with a "C"?' He didn't bother looking up at me, obviously infatuated with the utensil in his hand. 'C...cr..curse? Ch...cry? Crimp? Ch...chri...Chris?' He continued to sound out until he finally found a name. 'I think that's my name...'
'Are you lost? Do you know how you got here?'
'The...tv. I came in through the tv.' He seemed disturbed yet oddly intrigued by the whisk in his hand. Before I could reply, he dropped it into the sink and began to touch his hair. 'I feel...a beat...a song playing in my chest...there's only a beat...' He certainly was odd, but not as odd as the splitting headache in my brain. I must've gotten drunk or something because I couldn't remember anything. All I remembered was talking to somebody. Maybe Chris?
'Did I invite you over last night?'
'You...could say that. I left...after you passed out and...then I left.'
'Did you come back to check on me?'
'Yes, I...was worried...' He kept trailing off between chunks of words. It was like he hadn't spoken in years and he was trying to ease back into it. I was too blinded by my cheeks burning red to notice, however. Chris was beyond beautiful and he was worried about me. I couldn't help myself and I ended up inviting him to stay for dinner. Though robotic, he seemed flattered by my offer and politely accepted.
I woke up that night in cold sweat. My heart was racing and not because of the demon casually watching me through my thoughts screen. I had another nightmare about my ex. I kept dreaming about him just walking away from me and leaving me to be alone for the rest of my life. I honestly had a fear of loneliness. I was 23 and hadn't met anybody special.
Other than the ghost man on my tv but that's whatever.
'C-Can I ask you something?' I stuttered, sitting up and taking in the image on my screen. 'Why don't you kill me? You killed Samara, right? That was you, wasn't it?'
'....'
No response.
'Are we related?'
'....'
Static.
'Can you hear me?' The demon nodded gently, its hair bobbing slightly in the process. 'Oh, I must be talking too much. Sorry, I'm just so curious as to why you're here with me. I absolutely love your company, but don't I annoy you?'
The demon shook his head.
'Do you...maybe want a friend?' The demon didn't reply. I wasn't afraid of the demon. It was actually quite friendly (to me at least). 'Can you come out of the tv? I have an idea.'
Ten towels later, I had given up on trying to dry the mans hair. He sat in the bath so that the water dripping from his pores didn't make too much of a mess. 'I'm sorry, I don't think I can dry your hair. I'd try using a hair drier but you're so frail, I wouldn't want to hurt you.' I smiled, running my fingers through his dripping wet hair. 'You have such nice hair, though...I...I heard about what happened to you. My friend Devin, he told me. I'm...I know it doesn't mean much but I wish I could've done something...' I suddenly felt him grab my wrist which was helping me calmly pet his head. 'Oh, I'm sorry. I'll stop if you...' I trailed off as he leaned forward, using his grip on my wrist to help him up. His hand was wet and decaying, yet I knew it was all he had so I didn't pay attention to his cracked grey skin. He raised his other hand and ran it over my lips, taking in my softness and life. 'Would you like me to stop talking?' The demon shook his head gently. He slowly touched his own cracked lips before shakily wiping the hair from his face, revealing everything to me. 'C-Chris?'
