Name: Nicole Sulzmann
Location: Chicago, IL
Current Age: 13
at the time i was 11 or 12, now im 13 and the hauntings still continue.
I came accross the tape when the first few weeks of SIH was around.
The tape was my number one priority after i watched it. I remember
just smoothing my way along the coasts of a message boards when i
came accross the link. I was surprised. I had never seen the ring
or known about it until it was too late. I pressed play ignoring the
large red WARNING sign state my ..suposed fate. one the video was
done i didnt recive a phone call, unlike many others. I stood not
thinking much of it and walked to the bathroom. I did my thing and
stood walking tword the sink and i looked in the mirror, nothing unusual.
I turned the foset and no water came out. I looked back up into the
mirror as an imidate reaction from the feeling of being watched. What
elce was there then the cold dampness of a witherd forest and the
little girl who at the momment scared me more then even the dark.
I blinked and everything was gone and i felt the water runninng on
my hands. i figgured it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I crept
back into my room and layed down to sleep there was nothing more that
Day 1 (offically): i awoke to the smell of what seemed to be well
water and to my knowladge the vage scent of what usualy would be a
good breakfast that my mum would cook.I stood and i felt my feet suddenly
become soaked. Small puddles of water were formed in my carpet, step
by step fourm. i figured my dar or mother had just taken a shower
and had come to check on my durring the early hours still not dry
yet. I opend the door and the smell of the old water became worse.
I looked for leaks in the sinks and anything elce but nothing was
found. I asked my brother about the smell and he told me i had to
be dreaming or he had a stuffy nose because nothing smelled to him.
the smell didnt go away. i went to sleep tossing and turningtrying
to find everyway to stop the scent, but nothing worked.
Day 2: i steped into the halls of the school on monday morning with
bags hanging from my eyes, and my head pounding. The smell was gone
for starts on th good page, but somthing elce was bad. I had always
know that i have had a conection with the dead. Ive heard screams
from the dead constantly, but todays were diffrent, crys of hatered
and joy, the crys of a little girl. I listend to them all day till
they turnd to sadness and woe. i walked to my locker and grabed my
calculator for math. as i opend it i saw black hair spew from it and
watched it lay on my desk. I screamed and my teatcher kindly pointed
me out of the room. I the rest of the day in the main office drew
circles of wich i couldnt remember drawing over and over again.
Day 3: things got worse. the screaming got worse the head aches got
worse, the smell got worse, and the static on the tv got worse.
Day 4: I was afraid to shower, but i did anyway but i didnt close
my eyes once. i steped out and saw her there she was, a black dot
of paint dripping onto and old white canvus it seemed, and then the
maggots crawled into my flesh. I hated it. That night i had a dream,
an odd one. I looked into the moniter of my computer sceen. AIM was
on and some one was messaging me. They told me she was coming to get
me, that she was close. Then they told me she was there, i fell over
screaming and saw the ring on my screen, words i couldnt read flashed
Day 5: she was watching me, stalking me and talking to me, the same
dream the same catch.
Day 6: i had one more day and she made it worse. I layed down on
my bed and called a friend, the conection ont eh phone was bad but
it was fine to talk through. I closed my eyes for a matter of what
was a few seconds and then opend them still talking to my friend and
something cold, wet, and horribly oderd grabed my arm, it burnned,
it was her and all i asked was "Who are you" but she knew
i knew she kindly wispered for me though "Samara Morgan"
and i managed to sqeal out "please dont kill me, i dont want
to die i dont want to" and she giggled. She was laughing at me
as i cryed and begged for my life and spoke softly as if she were
an angel "Your already dead" My friend hadent heard a word
and i was more scared then ever.
Day 7: Im one of the only servivors....im lucky too. Now she calls
me mommy and i gladly refer to her as my daughter, she is not an evil
being, she is a missunderstood young eight year old girl. I know the
truth and i have forever. shes told me the truth and if anyone questions
it they pay. Ive seen it done. I have no regrets and im proud to say
i have taken in Samara to my heart. The WellDeadGirl doesnt give in
and neither do I. I love her.
If any questions need to be asked:
RINGS Communities member name:"WellDeadGirl"