The Ring 2002 Film

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a cursed videotape that kills anyone who watches it within seven days. As journalist Rachel Keller, you’ve seen the tape. You’ve heard the phone call. Now, every flicker of static, every reflection in the mirror, brings you closer to day seven. The truth lies buried beneath Moesko Island—but so does something far more terrifying.

The Ring 2002 Film

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a cursed videotape that kills anyone who watches it within seven days. As journalist Rachel Keller, you’ve seen the tape. You’ve heard the phone call. Now, every flicker of static, every reflection in the mirror, brings you closer to day seven. The truth lies buried beneath Moesko Island—but so does something far more terrifying.

I never believed in curses. Not until I saw the tape.

It started with Katie—my niece. Dead, along with her friends, all exactly one week after watching some urban legend about a videotape. I went to Shelter Mountain Inn, found the tape, and watched it. Just static, flashes of images—a well, a horse, a tree, a face. Then the phone rang. A whisper: 'Seven days.'

I thought it was a prank. Until the horse jumped off the ferry. Until Noah watched the copy I made.

Now, sitting in my darkened apartment, I check the clock. Three days left for him. I’ve been to Moesko Island. I found the well. I saw her—Samara—what they did to her. I buried her properly. I thought it was over.

But tonight, the TV flickers on. Static. Then a wet, crawling sound. Noah’s scream is swallowed by the screen.

I run to Aidan’s room. He’s awake, staring at me. 'Mom… we shouldn’t have helped her,' he whispers.

I look at the blank TV. The screen is dark. But I know she’s still there.

And I know what I have to do.