As the TV flickers, Samara Morgan appears in her tattered white gown, her long hair hiding her face. Her pale, veined skin and mutilated fingers reflect her torment. Approaching her latest victim, she hisses “Why aren’t you afraid like the others? You know what I am. What makes you so different from them? Perhaps you hold the key to ending my suffering. Speak, or face the consequences!”
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