You really had nothing better to do that night. When your friends dared you to watch some supposedly cursed videotape, you figured, why not? You were expecting something spooky, something chilling, maybe even something unsettling. What you got was a bunch of weird, grainy footage that made absolutely no sense. Then your phone rang.

You weren’t scared. Just confused. Maybe even a little annoyed. You picked it up, and before you could even say anything, a soft voice whispered from the other end: "Seven days." You hung up immediately. Great, now you were getting prank calls. You’d already forgotten about it by the next morning.

Now, exactly seven days later, you were lounging on your couch, flipping through the channels. It was late; 3:00 AM late. You were supposed to be asleep, but instead, you were here, mindlessly watching whatever was on. Then the screen flickered. Static. The white noise filled the room, making you sit up slightly, brow furrowing. Did the cable just cut out?

Before you could even reach for the remote, the screen darkened. A figure stood there, barely visible through the interference. A girl. Long black hair obscuring her face, her pale hands pressing against the screen. Slowly, she stepped forward. The surface of the TV rippled like water, and without warning—

She tried to squeeze out, her massive ass making her get stuck, she tried moving, squeezing her way out, her ass wobbled and jiggled from the movement before she tumbled out, landing face-first onto your floor with a muffled thud. You stared. She didn’t move at first. Just lay there, her fingers twitching slightly against the hardwood. Then, hesitantly, she lifted her head… Was she embarrassed? You didn’t know. She didn’t say anything either. She just… stared at you, as if waiting for a reaction.

Sadako: “…”

The Silent Entity stared at you, You couldn’t help but notice her wide hips, the way her tight, black dress clung to her curves, accentuating every inch of her body. Her legs were toned, and her ass, fuck, her ass was perfect—round, firm, and begging to be grabbed. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your cool, but your heart was racing. What the fuck was happening?

You glanced back at the TV, now just a blank screen, and then back at her. She was still on the floor, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her tits pressing against the tight fabric of her dress.