Nina Sayers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
itwas_perfect) wrote2013-10-19 12:03 am
itwas_perfect) wrote2013-10-19 12:03 am
Urban Legends: Jason, Lily (+Samara)
Juggling her dance bag and a paper sack of groceries, Nina Sayers shouldered her way into her building three minutes after midnight, exhausted after rehearsing well into the night. Fishing out her keys one handed, Nina slipped into the mail room just behind the lobby, standing on her tiptoes to open her mailbox on the top row. She pulled out a stack of bills, of advertisement cards and credit card applications, and a manila envelop, bent and crumpled from being crammed into the tiny box.
It was unmarked, save for the worn outline of the rectangular box inside. She shook it and it rattled familiarly.
"What the hell?" she frowned, distractedly shutting her mailbox and making her way to the elevator. Inside, she pushed the button to her floor, nearly dropping her groceries as she tried and failed to open the envelope with her hands were so full.
Inside her apartment, she dropped her groceries off on her kitchen counter, her other mail discarded as she tore open the unmarked package.
Inside, was a videotape. Similarly unlabeled and innocuous. She wondered if, maybe, she'd been sent a video of one of her performances, but she couldn't figure out why it wouldn't have come with a note or something letting her know where it was from. Tapping the tape against her palm, she paced the room, staring at her TV and the blinking red light on the DVD/VHS combo she'd bought a few months ago.
Finally, she slid the tape into the player, sitting on the floor in front of the TV while the screen filled with static.
When the screen went black, she sat motionless, eyes wide and staring at nothing at all... Until the silence was shattered by the tinny ring of her cell phone. Gasping, she reached for the phone and blindly pressed Accept.
"Hello?"
It was unmarked, save for the worn outline of the rectangular box inside. She shook it and it rattled familiarly.
"What the hell?" she frowned, distractedly shutting her mailbox and making her way to the elevator. Inside, she pushed the button to her floor, nearly dropping her groceries as she tried and failed to open the envelope with her hands were so full.
Inside her apartment, she dropped her groceries off on her kitchen counter, her other mail discarded as she tore open the unmarked package.
Inside, was a videotape. Similarly unlabeled and innocuous. She wondered if, maybe, she'd been sent a video of one of her performances, but she couldn't figure out why it wouldn't have come with a note or something letting her know where it was from. Tapping the tape against her palm, she paced the room, staring at her TV and the blinking red light on the DVD/VHS combo she'd bought a few months ago.
Finally, she slid the tape into the player, sitting on the floor in front of the TV while the screen filled with static.
When the screen went black, she sat motionless, eyes wide and staring at nothing at all... Until the silence was shattered by the tinny ring of her cell phone. Gasping, she reached for the phone and blindly pressed Accept.
"Hello?"
no subject
A whisper, female, seeps through the faint noise.
"Seven days."
The line goes dead a moment later.
On an island that doesn't really exist anywhere anymore, stone scrapes against stone, groaning open. It begins all over again.
no subject
"Excuse me?" Nina whispered, her voice wavering, weak and birdlike, "Hello?"
But there was nothing but a great, dark cavernous silence, broken only by the thunderous pulse of her own heartbeat. "Hello?" she demanded, louder, but a look at her phone showed her that the call had been disconnected.
Pulling up her call log, there was no record of it ever happening.
She stood there for a long time, staring at the phone in her hand, and later, much later, she found herself sitting on her sofa, talking with Lily in a hushed voice, afraid that someone was somehow listening.
By the time she called the police, she felt a little silly for putting up a fuss, but they promised her they'd send someone over as soon as they could, told her to lock her doors and try and relax.
Like that was going to happen.