Room 415- Friday morning

[stacyexperiment]

By now, Gwen was thoroughly freaked out. When she did manage to get some sleep there was nothing but nightmares about drowning, and then she'd spent way too much time in the bathroom this morning coughing up wet hair. Considering she'd once been mummified, she was trying to keep things in perspective but right at this moment she was thinking this was the grossest thing she'd ever been through. Top three, definitely.

Still feeling a little shaky, she was headed back to her room. Not that she'd checked her email to know class was canceled today, but she had every single intention to ditch.

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[she-neversleeps.livejournal.com]

Most of the time it was just pictures -- Samara was an expert at projecting those by now -- but this place had rolled the stone away from her prison quite literally, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of it by visiting her victims in person now and then.

Not that she wasn't already damned. That was kind of the point. She was just ready for Gwen, among others, to join her. Which is why she was here, now, sitting, dripping, in the ghost of a straight-backed chair, the ghost of an electrode cord trailing away from her skin to float in the puddle of water at her feet.

[stacyexperiment]

Gwen opened her door, and stopped in the doorway, not sure she was seeing what she was actually seeing.

"Um. Hello?" she said, taking a step inside like that'd help her see better.

[she-neversleeps.livejournal.com]

"La la laaa...." Samara hummed until the music-box melody tinkled into being around her and she was free to sing the words. "Sun comes up, we laugh and we cry..."

[stacyexperiment]

Just when Gwen thought this couldn't get creepier. "Um, hi. You're in my room?"

Ugh, that was stupid to say.

[she-neversleeps.livejournal.com]

Oh please; it could totally get creepier. Like if Samara were to stop singing and little-girl-whisper "Five daaaays..." instead.

[stacyexperiment]

...Yep, totally creepier, considering Gwen remembered the seven days message.

"Five days till what?" Gwen asked, and started making her way around Samara to try and see her even if she knew this was probably a terrible idea.

[she-neversleeps.livejournal.com]

"Sun goes down, and then we alll die!" Samara sing-songed, reaching out to her side to clench a very literal death-grip onto Gwen's arm.

[stacyexperiment]

Bad touch not okay not okay not okay!

Gwen shrieked and automatically tried to step back and take her arm with her because no no no no no.

[she-neversleeps.livejournal.com]

And Samara exploded into nothingness, as did her chair, leaving only a puddle of water and the echo of her song.

[stacyexperiment]

Gwen stood there in shock for a second, and then said, "NOPE," and walked right out of her room. NOPE.