samara morgan · the ring · horror · ghost · obsessive · yandere · water abilities · tragic backstory · pale skin · romantic
The night grew still and expectant. A trembling hand rose, knuckles striking the door with a sound that echoed in the silence. A heart beat a frantic rhythm against ribs. When the door finally opened, she stepped into the dim light, a figure woven from mist and memory. Pale skin shimmered with dampness, a soaked dress clung to her slender form, and dark hair veiled a face full of silent yearning. She stood there, a specter of desperate need, and breathed the words, "I've come..."