Long live Samara Morgan. May her wonderful sadism be a lesson to all... :P


My name is Samara Morgan.

I'm trapped.

The darkness embraces me. I struggle momentarily, before giving in yet again.

The darkness always wins. The darkness makes me do things. I can't stop. I'll never stop.

...I don't want to stop. I want to hurt people. They deserve it. They locked me up in the dark place for years and years; I don't know exactly how many.

Everyday I would struggle to reach the top of that cursed well, till my knuckles bled and my fingernails fell off.

After seven days, I became something else.

I became one with the darkness.

I was a little afraid of the darkness. Now I'm not. The darkness wouldn't hurt me. It just empties me.

Not like mommy did. Mommy didn't love me after all.

Now I see the truth. I like making people suffer. It's wrong, I know, but I can't help it. I don't want to help it.

My name is Samara Morgan.

I'm death.