Purses Full Of Curses: Ringu Around The Rosie

Okay, this is my futa tribute to all those creepy long haired girl asian horror films of which I am quite fond. This first chapter is a take on the grand daddy of the cycle, Hideo Nakata's Ringu. If you've only ever seen the U.S. remake, The Ring, the original Japanese version is a lot definite, and it's vegeful ghost, Sadako was an adult. The idea for this came from a character in Ringu 2, a girl who dies because she gives the cursed video to a reporter, and watches it thinking he will, but the reporter chickens out and she dies. She was really cute, so I thought it was a shame she died. I also thought it might be funny is she lived, but got stuck with Sadako permanently, and then thought it would be funny if she got stuck with ALL those creepy girl ghosts. I started and restarted this story several times, until I finally realized that the story needed to be in first person from Rosie's point of view. Now, I'm not a nineteen year old woman, I never have been and have no plans to become one, so I had to rely on a mental trick I'd used elsewhere where I imagined Rosie in front of me, telling me this story as I wrote. Hopefully it worked. So here you go. Downloadable files included as always. A curse upon you if you don't comment, but if you don't want to comment, at least hit the thank button.

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PURSES FULL OF CURSES:

Ringu Around the Rosie

By Hardcover

Hey, have you ever heard about that video tape that kills you when you watch it? Or maybe it just drives you insane, making you loose your mind in an instant when you see something horrible beyond comprehension? Or maybe your libido goes mad and you end up as some kinda crazy nymphomaniac that’s out of control with lust? Yeah, that story. We’ve all heard it, whispered by people on the street, hinted at in the newspapers: talk of people found with their faces twisted like they’d seen something terrible, their eyes rolled up in their heads, their mouths hanging wide open.

Whatever you hear the tape does to you, the story is always pretty much the same: You get the tape somehow and put in your VCR (some stories are updated so that it’s a DVD-R). What you see on the tape is like nothing you’ve ever watched before, impossible to describe as a series of weird and freaky images play across the screen. As soon as the tape is done, the screen goes to white snow. And then the telephone rings . . . somebody knows you’ve watched it. When you pick up the phone, a scary woman’s voice can be heard, telling you she’ll come for you in seven days.

And then, exactly seven days later to the minute, they find you: Dead, crazy or