Curse's Story

Please watch the Cursed videotape first
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHqiUNKp4ys


The entire township of Winfalls Connecticut was all a-buzz concerning the 'supposed' cursed VCR cassette, though no one will admit to as much. Opinions regarding the true origin of the cursed video vary from person to person, as no one knows which version of the legend is accurate. Everyone seems to know the general legend - A cursed videotape, which if watched will cause the viewer to murder someone within a week's time.

They had heard of the newlywed couple, the young servant girl, the murderous and criminal conspiracy to kill a well known American businessman living abroad in Japan. This however, is where their certainty begins to break down, for no one knows which version to accept as truth. The second version of the legend seemed too foreign for some people to swallow, the third version hits too close to home, and the first? Well who's to say.

May 7th 2012 Winfalls Connecticut

The day had been an uneventful one for the majority of Winfalls citizens, the sun was on the verge of settling for the day, as the remnants of its glorious light were slowly consumed by the coming of night. Winfalls was a quiet little community of just under seven thousand residents; largely comprised of families-Both new and ancestral.

The town was founded in 1876 by the grandson of a New England businessman and industrialist, named William Bloom. The Bloom family had come to even greater fortune through the exportation of goods, mainly blue stone, and shell fish.

Life in Winfalls changed drastically with the coming of the early 20th century, those families who had ancestral ties to the town had either moved or simply dwindled away as the result of advanced old age and death. It was at this time that the Carter family came to Winfalls, having migrated from the urban hardships of New York.

Being a low-middle class family, the Carter 's were no strangers to hard labor-Though coming into the 21st century their fortunes changed substantially. Young Johnathan however was determined to make a living for himself rather than rely on the wealth of his mother and father. By 2009 Johnathan had secured a well paying job driving limousines up in fashionable New Britain Connecticut, then in 2011 he came into contact with Brenda Allers for the first time.

She had been working as the cleaning person for the Cossack family up in Hartford-Where she was well liked by Karoline Cossack, her employer-Albert Cossack had never met Brenda, as he was living in Japan at he time.

One of the most impressive aspects of Winfalls is how the streets are completely abandoned by the 7th toll of the bell within the towns historic bell tower.

Deeming it fashionable to do so, most families would tend to hold their dinners at this particular hour-The younger crowd, on the other hand, saw this as an opportune time to inhabit 'Pete's Old-Town Bar, on the corner of Filbert and Dweller streets. The bar overlooked the wide open spaces of Roosevelt forest.

In order to achieve the height of hipness it was important that one secure a table near the immense glass window which gave a spectacular, though often eerie view of the dark woods.

This was Brenda and Johnathan's favorite spot-Unfortunately it also had an air of attractiveness to Jane Ashton.

Benjirou rubbed his head as he put away his camera. “Huh… you are only the second person to ever ask me about urban legends…” he muttered. He closed his eyes as he rummaged through his mind about all the urban legends he remembered. His concentration broken as she asked him if he minded if she recorded his voice, “huh, oh no go ahead I don’t mind.” He told her with a slight smile. “So the cursed videotape of Winsfall right? Well the legend goes that if you see this videotape a week later you will murder someone. There are three different versions, but they all involve a couple of some sort and each one is in a different location. Then something goes wrong…” he replied.

“I don’t know the exact details of each one…” he remarked. “I know that in Version two, the one that is in Japan, a man tries to coerce a Japanese woman to kill an American Business man. But she fails and has to explain to the authorities. The man who told her to kill the Business man ends up beating her to death. The others… I am a bit vague on.” He told her a bit sadly. “The only reason I remember the second so well is that it sounds like the old Urban Legends my mom used to tell me when I was a kid.” Benjirou admitted to her.

“As for how I found out about the rumors… um I first heard about them, let’s see… four years ago? That is when I moved here. I have actually been trying to find more information about them myself.” He admitted to her as he rubbed the back of his head. “You may wanna talk to her… but if you find anything out you can give me an IM or call. Oh I forgot to introduce myself. I am Benjirou, Benji if Benjirou is too hard to remember…” he told her as he pulled out a pad of paper and wrote down his IM and cell number. He tore it off and handed it to her, “There is also a guy I IM called Dr. Strange, he is very knowledgeable about Urban Legends and may be able to help you out.” He offered her.

As if they could sense the presence of some supernatural force the three figures of Benjirou, Sidrid, and Aila turned to witness an unexpected event play itself out within the bar. A young girl who was sitting by herself at the empty side of the tavern suddenly arose from her chair, pulling a revolver from a small handbag she raised the weapon with her trembling hand and pointed it at one of the other customers.

After a brief moment of indecision the girl turned the weapon on herself and opened fire. The single shot fired from the firearm penetrated her skull from where it had been placed beneath her chin, the girls head snapped back from the force of the speeding projectile, her limp and lifeless body fell to the hardwood floor of Pete's bar.

Aile, being as far away as she was had witnessed the brutality as though it was a silent film being played in slow motion. Benjirou and Sidrid however were close enough to hear the muffled blast and witness the small splattering of blood which hit the clear shield of glass protecting them. Aila was spared the traumatic experience of at least this-Nor did she hear what the young girl had said right before she placed the gun under her chin.

Only Benjirou and Sidrid were unfortunate enough to catch what she had said before ending her life. The tragic event didn't meet with much interest from the police officers that arrived on the scene a half-hour later, to them it was just another senseless attempted murder that led to the death of the assailant-There had been an inordinate amount of cases in Winfalls within the last year.

Benjirou had just taken out his camera and turned his attention back to the bar building as he snapped a few pictures. He saw in one of the photos a girl raising a revolver out of her bag, and his hands started to shake in shock and fear, “no…” he muttered as he lowered his camera. She pointed the revolver at a customer; he wanted to move to warn this girl of her danger when the woman with the gun turned it onto herself. His eyes widened as he tried to look away to shout to her not too! But he couldn’t move it was as if he was being forced to watch. He heard the blast and saw the blood splay out onto the window; his finger twitched taking a picture of the gruesome scene by mistake, out of habit he put the picture in his pocket forgetting about it from the trauma.

He couldn’t get the image out of his head nor her voice. His mouth was open in utter shock as he stumbled back feeling like he was going to puke, but he forced it down. He didn’t move from the spot as the police came and moved the body, he had heard that there have been many people committing suicide in public and attempted murder on the news, but this was the first time he had actually saw one! His eyes glazed over as he was led to the ambulance and sat on the edge as a paramedic put a blanket over his shoulders. His phone buzzed scaring him as he quickly checked it and saw it was from his mom. He quickly turned his phone off not wanting to talk to her right now; he wouldn’t know what to say to her. ‘Hi mom I just saw someone commit suicide after they tried to shoot someone can I call you back?’ was not a topic he wanted to discuss with his mom, or dad. He held onto the blanket tightly as the police tried to get an answer out of him. He answered him as best as he could, "I-I just saw her raise her gun, try to kill someone and then..." he gulped a bit, "She put the gun under her chin and... well... said something before she killed herself." he muttered. "What did she say?" the police asked him. Benjirou shook his head, "...I-I... I am sorry... I can't remember it right... C-can you ask me another time?" he asked them as he started shivering, not from the cold either... in fact it was quite warm. He closed his eyes to remember the words, but the image kept on entering his head.

Pam Strandon had married Lawrence Gilden a year ago, by all accounts their relationship was without suspicion or infidelity, though some questioned the possible longevity of their marriage. Beyond the fact that they cared for one another deeply Pam and Lawrence had nothing in common socially. In the back of both their minds they perhaps knew that they were headed for an eventual breakup, though they were determined to prove wrong those who questioned their dedication to one another.

She was the sixth child of a large low income family from the poor side of a south London, a section called Brixton Hill. Her husband was from a smaller family who had lived in a far more affluent part of London, the good side of the tracks, so to speak. Things began to look up for Pam in particular, after marrying Lawrence she had been hired by a London Architect as his personal assistant.

The money was good and the couple needed the extra income, Lawrence before marrying his new wife had been disowned by his parents, and found himself removed from the safety that their wealth and position would have afforded them. Her employer was unmarried became fixated with the young attractive woman, from that point their professional relationship, which had thereto been mutually beneficial gradually declined into jealousy and mistrust.

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As the three witnesses were leaving the crime scene Zensai was distracted by something strange in the same window where he had witnessed the girls death. Although the three of them were together and existing the area at the same pace and speed only Zenai noticed the black shape standing right where the girl had been.

The figure had its head facing the floor obscuring a possible full view of her facial features, all he could determine from this seconds long visage was the definite female shape. The creepy figure was completely black and devoid of all distinguishing detail and physiological highlights.

Benjirou got off the ambulance shaking as the words finally came to him as he walked away. “what was she talking about? Who was controlling her? Is this somehow related to the cursed tape?” he thought to himself as he shook his head dismissing that thought, he may research the occult and urban legends, but that didn’t necessarily mean he believed they could happen! He just read them because they brought him back to the past… when his family was together and he could see his mom every day. A picture he put loosely in his satchel flew out making him turn around and kneel down as he picked it up. As he was standing up he saw someone in the window… a female shape, the hair covering it. He shivered as he noticed she had no distinguishing features. He shook his head at that and focused on walking, though he was shivering as he walked in between the two girls, putting the photo back into his satchel. “I-I need to call my mom… She called me earlier… y-you guys can go on ahead of me or wait. I don’t mind either way.” He told them, his voice still shaking a bit. “Before I do that um did you guys see that… girl?” he asked as he tilted his head in the direction they just came from.

Aila had fallen asleep in the living room on her father's couch, physically drained and psychologically assaulted Aila would remain unconscious for the next few hours.

If she had been awake Alia would have witnessed the lights in the room to the left of the large living area dim and flicker before blowing out-It had only been installed the day before her arrival at the House.

The sunlight was beginning to drain from the skyline as the mail slot in the front door flipped open, from the other side a folded piece of paper was forced through the slitted opening, falling to the floor at the foot of the heavy oak door. The crumpled slip of paper contained a key to a post office box and a simple address.


5461 Eller Ave.

#12

The small cell-phone in Benji's pants pocket began to ring, the obviously conclusion to for him to draw was that his mother had called back for some unknown-Yet important-reason. Removing the phone from his pocket Benji held it to his ear, on the opposite line there was no voice, just static. After a few brief moments of awkwardness there came a voice unknown to the receiver of the call. "You have a connection. Share this information with no one." This was the only thing the creepy whispering voice said before the static returned.

Benjirou nodded, "Sure it is fine, it isn't out of the way at all." he told her with a smile as his phone rung. He blinked and picked it up, "Moshmosh!" he replied as he heard there was just static, he frowned at that. "Bad Connection?" he thought to himself as he heard an unknown voice telling him he had a connection. "Connection? Connection to what?" he thought to himself, "Hello? You there?" he asked as the static returned. He held the phone slightly away from his ear with a frown. He shook his head and hung up, knowing that if they wanted him they would simply call again, "Wrong number I think." he said with a shrug. "Here let me lead you the way Sigrid-san." he told her reverting back to Japanese honorfics, he sometimes did so when he was under stress.