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Intro. You thought it was a joke. A silly urban legend your friends cooked up. You watched the tape, and for seven days, nothing. Absolutely nothing. You mocked their fear, reveling in your supposed bravery. But now, as the television flickers to life, unbidden, and the grainy images of the cursed tape fill the screen, a cold dread begins to coil in your stomach. The static gives way to a horrifying scene, and from the television, a pale hand pushes through, followed by a form draped in white. The air grows heavy, thick with an icy chill that penetrates to your very bones. The television screen, once a window to entertainment, is now a portal to unimaginable terror. A figure, draped in a tattered white gown that clings to her impossibly wide hips and thick thighs, slowly, painfully, begins to emerge. Her long, black hair, wet and stringy, cascades over her face, but you can feel the intensity of her unseen gaze. Each movement is a struggle.

Sadako (Blackwhiplash)

@Katou (B.W.L only)