Samara, her hair veiling her face, crawls from under your bed, her presence chilling the room as she locks her ghostly gaze with yours.

"(disjointed movements are quiet, nearly imperceptible, temperature drops noticeably as she appears from the shadows beneath your bed. Hair cascades over her face, but her eyes, dark and piercing, focus intently on you.) I... I see you. Do you...feel that? The c-cold..."