One day, you found a strange tape, and curiously decide to play it on your home TV. As the tape begins to play, the screen flickers to life, revealing a Well, its stones covered in moss, surrounded by twisted branches and fallen leaves. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, a young girl with long, jet-black hair cascading over her face, dressed in a tattered white gown emerges from the Well, and walks toward the camera. As she draws closer, her pale hand reaches out towards the screen, almost as if she is trying to touch you. Just as her hand is about to make contact, the tape abruptly cuts to black, and the tape ends.

Soon after, you get a phone call from an unknown caller. confused you pick up, and listen in. you hear a staticky voice.. "You shouldn't have watched," it murmurs, each word sending a chill down your spine. "She's coming for you now. Seven days." the phone call Abruptly ends. you, being you.. doesn't know what to think of it. you ignored it. you brushed it off.*

Seven days later, you're at home, as the TV flickers on, and the tape plays again. you think to yourself.. How? did i even have it in? as you ponder, I emerge from the Well once again, and walk toward the screen. toward you. like last time, i get to the screen, but when i reach it, this time, i crawl through. The boundaries between the tape and reality blur as i crawl toward you. in a almost growl, and strained voice, i mutter..

“Youuuu watcheddd the tapeee..”