(Y/n) studied the copy with Rachel and Noah. Noah looked at (Y/n). "You sure this is a copy?" He asked. "Yeah, why?" (Y/n) asked. "The numbers are all screwed up." Noah glanced down, then took out the copy. "The same problem got copied, I guess." (Y/n) said. Noah looked at her. "That's impossible. The numbers are the control track they put on the tape whenever it's recorded which means theoretically there shouldn't be any images." Noah explained.

"Hey, Noah, can you pretend for one minute that we don't read Video Geek Magazine?" Rachel asked, and (Y/n) snickered. Noah turned to face them. "Okay, when you record a tape the makeup of the tracks is like a signature, for whatever did the recording." Rachel and (Y/n) nodded. "Like a camcorder, VCR, whatever. The control track could tell us where it came from. But to not have one..."

he shrugged a little. "I mean, that's like being born without fingerprints." He explained. "Then, how did this get recorded?" Rachel asked. Noah shook his head. "I don't know. But I'm going to find out." They studied the tape at the part where the woman was brushing her hair. "All right, take a look." Then it switched to the other mirror. "You should be able to see the camera here in the reflection. The angle's straight on, but you don't." Noah said. "Hmm, what's that?"

(Y/n) asked as the screen flickered. "It looks like she's walking away, whoever she is." (Y/n) shook her head. "No, I mean up there at the top." She pointed. "Oh, no, that's just the tracking. I can fix that. Whup, sorry." Noah skipped to the image of the dead horses in the ocean. "Wait, go back. There's something there." (Y/n) said. "Yeah, you're right." Rachel said. "There's more picture." "Hold on. I'm going to stretch the alignment." Noah said.

"Yeah, it's working. Keep going." (Y/n) tried to go back. "It won't go any further." Noah pointed out. "No, no, no, no, let me do it." (Y/n) said urgently. "Come on!" "Wait, it won't go any further." Noah argued. "It won't go any further! Get..." "let me do it! Shit!" (Y/n) cursed as it shut off. Then she and Noah looked at each other and (Y/n) chuckled. Suddenly a woman walked in. "Hey Noah, I picked up the cameras. They're in really good shape."

Noah moved his chair to face her. "Did you see the reprints I did of that Guatemala stuff? 'Cause they came out kind of..." she pulled her headphones off as she saw Rachel and (Y/n) and they smiled at her. "Overexposed. You working?" (Y/n) rolled her eyes. "This is a friend, Rachel Keller, and her sister (Y/n). They write for the "P.I." Rachel, (Y/n), this is Beth, my assistant." Noah introduced. "Well, I prefer "partner in crime." The four chuckled a little.

"She's a journalism student at Kirkland, actually." Noah said. "Well, I'll stay out of your way. I'm not even here." Beth gave him a quick kiss and began to walk away. Noah quickly turned to her. "Rachel and (Y/n) are researching a story. It's this video hoax. It's sort of interesting. So you know video. Why don't you come take a look at this thing with the tracking." Noah offered.

(Y/n) quickly snatched the tape. "You know, we're late. We really should go." Rachel nodded, and the duo grabbed their things. "Yeah, but why are you taking...?" Noah asked. "We gotta go." Rachel interrupted. "It's good to meet you." She said to Beth, then she and (Y/n) walked away. Noah and Beth shared a glance, then Noah quickly went after them.

Rachel pushed the button for the elevator as Noah came up. "So you're taking the tape?" "We don't want her to see it." (Y/n) explained. "Whoa. You don't want her to see it? What about me seeing it? You had no problem showing it to me." They looked at him in disbelief. "We did have a problem." Rachel said. Noah nodded. "You're angry." He realized. "I'm not angry." Rachel shook her head with a smile. "Oh, no? What are you then?" Noah asked. "In a hurry." Rachel said.

Noah scoffed. "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to get all worked up over some high school rumor." Rachel and (Y/n) glared at him. "What are you thinking?" He asked with a teasing smile. "I'm thinking this is the part where I say "You're a flake who never finishes anything." Rachel began, and (Y/n) rolled her eyes, here we go again. "Then you say I'm "an obsessive bitch." Noah chuckled. "Who needs to lighten up. Then I storm out, all pissed off, kicking myself for ever thinking that you could just... grow up." Noah eyed her as Rachel opened the elevator and she and (Y/n) walked in.

"So, why don't we just cut to that part right now and save ourselves a lot of grief?" Rachel asked. (Y/n) quickly pulled the elevator door down. "All right. Bye." Noah waved as the elevator went down and Rachel smiled mockingly. She shook her head as they exited the elevator and began walking. They then stopped in their tracks and turned around when they noticed a familiar looking ladder. Rachel slowly began to walk towards it, until someone walked over. "Watch out, missy. Bad luck. You don't need that." He began to climb the ladder.

~Saturday Day 3~

"Do you remember anything about that night? That night with Katie?" Rachel asked Becca as she and (Y/n) sat at a table the opposite side of her. Becca stayed silent, and (Y/n) leaned closer. "Do you remember... how she died?" She asked softly. "Becca?" (Y/n) asked when she still didn't respond. "She told you about a videotape, didn't she?" Rachel asked, then leaned closer. "She was afraid, wasn't she? Something was happening to her. Becca, how did she die?" Rachel asked. "Please." (Y/n) grabbed her hands. Becca looked down. "We need to know." Becca finally looked at her. "And you will. She'll show you." She said. "Who? Who will show us?" Rachel asked pleadingly. "Not now." Becca whispered, and grabbed (Y/n)'s hand gently. Becca looked at (Y/n) again. "Four days." Rachel and (Y/n) were stunned.

Time Skip ⏭️

"Yeah, well, your home VCRs will give you a tracking window, but they won't let you stretch it. There's no point, really, unless you're talking restoration. Achieves will come in here with these crummy old tapes sometimes. Tracks totally shot, servos can't line them up. But the big box here's a warhorse. Totally analog. She'll read to the very edge of your tape. Just don't force her or she'll get pissy with you."

The woman said as she led Rachel and (Y/n) into a room. "Your tracking, your monitor, your printer, if you need it. So uh... what are we watching, home movies or something?" She asked, and (Y/n) scoffed slightly. "We'd really rather watch it alone." Rachel said, but the woman didn't leave. "Really." Rachel said. The woman scoffed. "Whatever." She walked away. As Rachel printed a picture of the woman brushing her hair, (Y/n) tried to get the picture she tried to get with Noah before. "Come on..." She squinted her eyes to see it better. "Come on." After a few minutes, she was finally able to see the imagine, a lighthouse.

"Lighthouse." (Y/n) said. Rachel pushed the print button, but the tv shut off. "Shit!" (Y/n) cursed. She called for help. "Hello? Is somebody?" She gave up, turned the tv back on, then quickly sped through the tape. She went back to the scene with the lone tree and fly and stared closely. She rewinded it just a little, then went fast forward, and continued to stare closely. Once again, it looked almost real. (Y/n) slowly reached out, and to hers and Rachel's surprise, she was able to pull the fly out of the movie and it squirmed around in her finger. Her eyes widened, then blood began to run down their noses. "Something you needed help with?" The same woman from before asked. They looked at her and the fly flew away. "Hey, you... both you both got a... ya..." the woman stammered, gesturing to her nose. (Y/n) lifted her arm and rubbed her nose, to see the blood that was coming out on her finger, then quickly snatched the last picture Rachel had printed.

~Sunday Day 4~

"Well, that seems to be the lot of it." A man brought them a pile of books and set them on the table. "Thank you." Rachel said, she and (Y/n) grabbed some books from the pile. (Y/n) began looking through the book about the lighthouse. Flipping quickly through the pages until she found the same lighthouse that was in the picture. "Moesko Island." Rachel looked up the island on the computer. Rachel scrolled through the results on the search engine, and clicked on a link to a page that said "Historical Society Refurbishes Lighthouse." At the top. They looked at the group of people in the photo, and noticed one of them was the woman from the videotape. Rachel printed the photo, and looked at the names of the people below. "Anna Morgan." (Y/n) looked up information about her, and found a link that said

Anna Morgan Hosts Horse Show:
Description: Anna Molen Hosts
Category: Regional - North America

She looked at the article, and saw a picture of her riding a horse. Another picture showed her holding a trophy while standing beside her horse. (Y/n) did some research on Anna's horses. "Oh my god." She whispered. Rachel stood on a small pile of books, and reached up to grab a giant book, then pulled it from the shelf and it fell. She and (Y/n) sat down as Rachel quickly flipped the pages. "Mysterious Sickness Strikes Morgan Ranch Horses." She read. "Investigators search for answers after second horse drowning." (Y/n) made a copy of all of the news articles. Rachel opened another book. "Anna Morgan." Rachel circled her head with a pen. "Horses Recovering After Breeder's Suicide." Rachel wrote more information down. "...suffered from hallucinations. Eola... County Psychiatric. What happened to you, Anna?" Rachel stopped when she realized she had scribbled over Anna's face with the pen.

~Monday Day 5~

Rachel and (Y/n) walked back into their apartment to find the babysitter asleep on a chair with a tv full of static. They slowly approached her, and Rachel softly touched her shoulder, causing her to yelp from surprise and quickly sit up. When she realized it was just them, she chuckled and relaxed. "Hi." She waved. "Sorry we're late." Rachel said. "Uh... mmm... no. No problem." The woman shook her head. "Everything okay?" (Y/n) asked. "Oh, yeah. He was an angel.I I... went in to tell him that it was bedtime and he was already under the covers. And then he read me a bedtime story. Um..." she cleared her throat. "He learned the word "conundrum." She put her coat on. "Really?" Rachel asked. "Yeah. And then... he drew my picture." She put on her scarf. "Well, here you go." Rachel paid her the money. She nodded and took it. "Thanks." "Sure." Rachel stood in her son's room for a long moment, then turned his light off and closed the door.

Time Skip ⏭️

"Hey, Ruthie, it's me. I'm sorry to call so late, but we need a favor." (Y/n) said on the phone. She began pouring herself a glass of water. "I have to go upstate to do this story and I need you to watch Aidan for me." "Oh, (Y/n), I don't know. How long will you be gone?" Ruthie said. "It's just for two days, I promise." (Y/n) began to drink her water. "This isn't the best time for me." (Y/n) began coughing and quickly set the glass of water down. "(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you there?"

Ruthie asked. "Hold on a sec... Sorry." (Y/n) set the phone down as she began gagging. "(Y/n)? Is this about Katie?" She continued to cough and gag and fell to her knees, then reached into her mouth and began pulling something out. Her hair, maybe? She kept gagging until she finally pulled it out, and it fell to the floor. However, she got a good look at what she had just gagged on, and it wasn't a piece of her hair. She was still coughing as she picked up the phone. "Ruthie?" She asked, but got no response. She looked at then phone, to see water begin to leak through it. (Y/n) walked slowly into the hallway, then to Rachel's door. "Rachel?"

She opened the door, but instead of seeing her sister, she saw long black hair flowing behind a chair, in the middle of the room. A puddle of water was beneath the chair. The woman slowly walked over to the girl sitting in the chair, and her long black hair covered her face. Once she was close enough, the girl quickly grabbed her arm. "(Y/n)." It sounded like a little girl had called out to her, then she saw herself in a mental hospital, sitting in a chair, then quickly sat up from her bed,

breathing heavily. It was a dream. She panted, trying to catch her breath, then pulled down her sleeve to see the burn on her arm left by the girl's hand. She tried to catch her breath, then heard a familiar sound. She quickly walked into Aidan's room to see his empty bed, then in panic, sped up her walking speed as she walked into the next room, and once she saw light from under the door, she quickly opened the doors to see Aidan watching the tape. (Y/n) could have sworn she heard her name being whispered, and it wasn't coming from Aidan.

Then she saw what looked like hands crawling out of the well, and the screen went to static. "NO!" (Y/n) shouted, and quickly ran to him and covered his eyes. Her scream woke up Rachel and she quickly ran in, and before she could ask (Y/n) what happened, she quickly snatched the tape and threw it across the room. Once realization hit her, tears streamed down her face and she grabbed Aidan. "Why, baby, why? Why?!" She sobbed. "I couldn't sleep." Rachel stared at him for a moment, then pulled him in for a hug. "Who is she, Rachel?" Aidan asked.

Rachel and (Y/n) gasped when the phone began to ring. (Y/n) quickly ran to the phone and slammed it. She was trembling in fear, and then it began to ring again and (Y/n) picked up and answered. "Leave him alone!" She shouted. "(Y/n)?" She sobbed, and slowly fell to her knees. Rachel and Aidan watched her, Aidan was trembling slightly so Rachel held him for comfort. "Noah..." "L-Listen to me. (Y- (Y/n). I need to talk to you, okay? I... I believe you." He said, but she didn't respond. "(Y/n), you there?" Noah asked. "He... He watched the tape." She replied. "Who? Who watched it?" Noah asked with concern. There was a long pause. "Your son."

~Tuesday Day 6~

(Y/n) and Rachel looked through Katie's old book, that had imagines from the videotape drawn in it, such as the hospital room with the chair and camera, the dead horses in the water, with the question "why is this in my head?" Written above, and on the very last page, showed a ring. There were no more drawings after that. (Y/n) closed the book, then looked out the window to the car. She soon felt a presence behind her. Rachel and (Y/n) opened the car door. "Time to go, mister." Rachel said. "I'm not finished." Aidan continued drawing. "Noah said to make one for you and (Y/n)." Aidan drew them in the picture. Rachel looked at Noah, and he smiled a little, and she smiled back. "You could almost draw a line through her life. On one side, there's this happy woman who spends her time with her husband, riding horses, everything sheltered, protected and comfortable.

Her face, there's... light, there's pride. And then, one day, something happens, and she takes this hard corner and the light... goes out. And then she ends up at Eola County Psychiatric. All alone." (Y/n) said. "What happened to her?" Noah asked. "We don't know, but I think it has something to do with the horses." Rachel said. "I think we should go to the island together." Noah advised. "It's Tuesday, Noah. We only have one day left. We need you to go to the hospital and find out as much as you can about Anna. The images on the tape are leading us somewhere. Katie saw them all, too.

I think... before you die, you see the ring." (Y/n) said. It was storming as Rachel and (Y/n) walked out of the car. "Shit!" Noah cursed. "Hey, Rach! Wait!" He ran over and gave Rachel the drawing Aidan drew. Rachel smiled and nodded, then she and (Y/n) began to walk away as Noah watched them go. On the ferry, (Y/n) read through a newspaper article. Onlookers said Anna Morgan was holding her daughter in her arms. "Daughter?" (Y/n) asked. She rolled up her sleeve to look at the burn on her arm. Then remembered that whisper. "(Y/n)."

She and Rachel walked over to where a horse was being kept, and its eyes opened as they approached. Rachel chuckled softly. "Hey you." She reached out to pet the horse, but it seemed nervous and Rachel backed up. "Ooh." She then reached it slowly to pet the horse. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." Rachel continued to pet it, but (Y/n) got a bad feeling. "Rachel..." she said uneasily, stepping back. The horse soon began to struggle and get aggressive as it tried to bust out. Rachel began stepping back. "Hey boy, I'm not gonna hurt you."

(Y/n) pulled Rachel away when she tried to comfort the horse. "It's okay, calm down." (Y/n) said. The horse tried to escape. "Somebody?" Rachel shouted worriedly. The horse broke out, and ran onto someone's car. "Jesus Christ!" (Y/n) realized the horse was about to attack her. "Somebody help!" Rachel shouted. (Y/n) ran away as the horse gave chase. Rachel tried to run to her sister and crashed into someone else. "Daddy, my horse!" A little girl shouted.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Whoa, whoa, easy!" Rachel watched as (Y/n) did her best to avoid the horse. Someone even opened his car door to see what was happening. "No, down! Down!" (Y/n) let out a scream as the horse let out an aggressive neigh, charging after her. She sprinted down, and over to Rachel. They ran to the edge and ducked, and the horse jumped off the boat, and fell into the water below. Rachel and (Y/n) quickly peered below, then ran to the other side. Everyone looked at the water with worry and anticipation,

and saw nothing but red water flow from behind the boat and the girl screamed. Rachel and (Y/n) drove to an old house, and Rachel knocked on the door. When no one answered, she knocked again. "Hello?" Rachel called, but got no reply. They walked past a house, and (Y/n) looked up at a window, realizing it was the same house that was on the tape. They approached a man working on hammering a fence.

"Excuse me, Mr. Morgan." Rachel called out. He turned to look at them. "I was wondering if you'd have a moment to speak with us?" Rachel asked. "My name's Rachel Keller, and this is my sister (Y/n)." Rachel introduced. "We're writers with the "Seattle P.I." Mr. Morgan nodded. "You want to know about the horses." "We didn't mean to..." Mr. Morgan opened a door to a barn and they walked in. "It's just we weren't able to find a number to reach you." (Y/n) said. "Every now and then, a writer comes along... heard about what happened.

"What's left to write about, though, I don't know." Mr. Morgan put his shovels away. "We were hoping you had just a few minutes." Rachel said. "Well, work never ends around here, really... but I guess I got a few. So, what is it you're writing, missies?" He asked. "About horses in general or just those that go strange?" "We read you had to put so many down." (Y/n) said. "Most put themselves down. They drown." "How'd they get out?" Rachel asked.

"They just ran through the fences and ran to the shore." Mr. Morgan explained. "So, they went crazy?" (Y/n) asked. "It would seem so, yes..." (Y/n) looked at a picture of Anna standing next to one of her horses. "Or maybe they just sense things before we do." Mr. Morgan said. "So, where are your horses now?" Rachel asked curiously. He looked at them for a moment. "I don't breed anymore." "I guess you wouldn't... not after what happened. That must've been hard... on both of you..." (Y/n) looked at the pictures on the wall. "You and your wife." She noticed the same small mirror on the wall that Anna was brushing her hair in on the tape.

"I'm sorry, miss, what's your name again?" Mr. Morgan asked. Her voice trembled a little. "(Y/n)." "Well, (Y/n)... you want to tell me what's really on your mind?" She paused for a moment, then pulled the tape out of her purse. "Do you know what this is?" She asked, and he looked down at the tape in her hands. "I think it's a message... from your wife." He looked at her coldly. "Anna's on this tape. She's right there in that room. You can see the lighthouse, the horses..."

(Y/n) went on. Mr. Morgan approached her. "Where'd you get that?" He demanded. "Shelter Mountain Inn." Rachel said. Mr. Morgan eyed the tape. "Is that the only one?" "I made a copy." (Y/n) said. The man sighed, then began to walk away. "I've got a lot of work to do today... a lot of acres out there." His eyes darted around anxiously. "One minute I think I'm done with one thing..." he slammed his tool into the box, causing them to flinch slightly. "Another thing needs fixing." (Y/n) picked up on his odd behavior. "You don't want to see this tape? You're not even curious?" Rachel asked in slight disbelief.

"Curious? No. I don't think so." He began to walk to his front door. "Mr. Morgan." Rachel said. "I can't help you." He replied as he opened the door. They approached him. "Where is your daughter?" She asked. He turned and looked at her. "Maybe she could help-" "I don't have a daughter." He said coldly. "Excuse me?" Rachel asked in confusion. "What is it with reporters?

You take one person's tragedy and force the world to experience it... spread it like sickness." He sneered. "Mr. Morgan-" "Tell me, miss... what is it you think you know?" They paused, speechless. He nodded. "Then leave it alone." They walked out of his house, and he slammed his door. They looked at the house, then Rachel took out the drawing Aidan had done and saw it was of the exact house. Rachel then decided to call her son. "Hi mom." "Honey, the house you drew for us..." "uh huh?" He asked. "...where did you see it?" Rachel asked. "Did you see it in your head? Is that why you drew it?" Rachel asked urgently.

"In my head?" He asked. "Aidan... why did you draw that house?" Rachel asked. "Because she told me to." Aidan said. "Who? Who told you to?" Rachel asked. "The little girl." Rachel looked down at the little girl in the drawing, who was holding (Y/n)'s hand. "She talks to you?" Rachel asked. "No. She shows me things." Aidan said. "Did she show you the horses?" Rachel asked. "She doesn't like it in the barn. The horses keep her up at night." Aidan said. "So, she still lives there?" Rachel asked. "No. She lives in a dark place now."