Timeline*



1963 May 8th. Under the care of Dr. Deever at Eola County Psychiatric Hospital (ECPH), Anna Morgan conceives her first child. She miscarries a few months later.

1969 Winter. Anna and Richard Morgan leave Moesko Island. Documentation suggests that they headed to Europe, though this may have been deception on their part.

1970 February 8th. Samara is born at Washington Baptist Hospital in King County, Seattle. Her birth certificate states that Anna is the natural mother, yet when the Morgans return to Moesko Island they claim that Samara is adopted.

1970-77 Strange things happen on the island; the harvests are lean, the catches are small. At the Morgan Ranch, Samara's powers (which appear to be growing with time) are slowly but surely driving her mother insane.

1977 July 17th. Samara is admitted to ECPH, where it is quickly discovered that she is no ordinary girl. Besides having "severly impaired" judgement and being completely insensitive to pain, she also possesses the ability to project mental images onto film. This ability is labelled "projected thermography," and is studied at some length by ECPH employee Dr. Scott. At some point during her stay, Samara will undergo a "failed psychosurgery" and be heavily medicated "for staff's safety." This would indicate that it is suspected, if not feared, that Samara had some hand in Dr. Scott's untimely death.

1978 February. Anna is treated at ECPH for hallucinations and suicidal thoughts.

February 23rd. Samara's sessions are terminated at her father's request. Later, against doctors' protests, Richard checks Samara and Anna out of ECPH and takes them back to Moesko Island. He then locks Samara in the barn.

September 7th. The horses at the Morgan Ranch begin killing themselves. A town meeting is held when the death toll rises to 15.

September 20th. Officials continue to remain stumped. "Equine Tests Negative," one newspaper headline reads. By now at least 27 horses have killed themselves. Before the end of the month, Anna is readmitted to ECPH.

October 15th. The Morgan Ranch is quarantined, and will remain so for at least five weeks. A team from the University of Washington headed up by Dr. Morrow arrives on the scene. They are stymied when results turn up negative. "We're back to square one," Morrow laments. "Bizarre and unconfirmed rumors" about the cause of the epidemic float around the island.

October 20th. Anna is released from ECPH.
The Morgans take Samara to Shelter Mountain, where Anna suffocates her and throws her into the well. Anna kills herself, and the behavior of the horses soon returns to normal. The inhabitants of Moesko Island believe Samara was sent back to ECPH

...On the first day, you laugh at your foolishness. On the second day, you find yourself bothered. On the third day, you find yourself wondering. On the fourth day, you find your nose bleeding. On the fifth day, your mind starts to show you. On the sixth day, you wonder if it’s real. On the seventh day, I come to see you and show you the ring...


XXX


It was dark. So very dark at the bottom of the well. The light at the top showed a ring; a ring of light that barely permeated the darkness. It was cold at the bottom of the well. The water was murky and rank. It was not a place you’d want to be for inhospitality was the host, and a most malignant host at that. But for young Samara Morgan, that was where she was. Forced to dwell at the bottom of the well forever.

Was it by choice? No. Was it by her making? Perhaps. To be forced down into the bottom of a well by the one you call "Mommy." Could she help the images she saw in her head. Not really. Could she stop from showing them to other people? Not really. Did she not want to hurt anyone?

“Oh, but I do. And I’m sorry...”

Sorry then, but not sorry now. Seven days trapped in a well. On the first day, there was fright. On the second day, there was hope. On the third day, there was hunger. On the fourth day, there was thirst. On the fifth day, there was despair. On the sixth day, there was wrath. On the seventh day, there was death.

Seven days. The number etched into her mind; a mind that death could not silence. A mind that yearned for a way to be free. Survival in its most primal was in the beginning. Climb to salvation; climb towards the ring. Samara’s mind recalled climbing and could feel the detached pain of her fingernails as they were torn free from her flesh.

Rage.

How long had it been? Did it matter after seven days? Perhaps. But what could be done? She hated the dark places, but they always found her. Where was the light? Where was the wind that tousled her ebony hair? Where was her mommy she loved so much? Her mommy who put her into the well. Her mommy who loved the horses. The horses that kept her up at night. The horses she shared the barn with because daddy hated her.

Rage.

Did time cease? To the mind of the dead, all time is mired. For Samara, it was time to reflect on images past. Though dead, she could see past the ring. She could see her mother fling herself from a cliff. Because she missed her daughter? No, she had lost another horse. She could see daddy. Did he miss her? No, he never really loved her. He loved the horses. Samara saw everything past the ring, and she hated it with passion. No one knew where she was. No one ever asked. No one ever cared. Everyone was happy she was gone.

Rage.

Her flesh fell free of her bones as she decayed in the well. Why did her mommy put her here? Why did she place the bag over her head? Why did she slam a rock over her head? She heard her mommy say, "All I ever wanted was you." But if that were true, why did she hurt her? Why did she put her here in the well? Where it was always dark.

Silence was everywhere around her, and no one it seemed would come to the well anymore. It was difficult for Samara to see past her anger, but on one day she did hear something. Forcing herself to listen, she discovered it was not someone coming to look for her. It was something else. She could hear the cabin as it was being built. It took the light away from the ring and put her in complete darkness. She hated being in the dark place, hated it fiercely. She wanted to hurt the ones who took the light away from her. Wanted them to know her pain and her suffering. But she could not reach them. It was difficult to see in the dark, difficult to show them her horrors. She wanted to get out of the well. The well was her prison; the well was her grave. The well she was thrown into when she was only seven. A life cut short because her mommy was afraid of her. Her mommy put a bag over her head, took her to a dark place, and took away her air. Threw her into a well, not dead. Eyes opened and saw a ring. Eyes opened forever more.

Rage.

Disembodied, soulless, bereft of what it was to be alive. All that was left was the anger. Anger at those who lived. Anger at those who did not know her pain. Anger, anger, anger. She would escape from the well. She would show them the ring. She would show them what it was to be afraid, truly afraid. But she could not see in the dark; the endless dark that embraced her in cold unfeeling arms, that wrapped her forever in discontented malice. But she would be free. She would show them...

Rage.

More time passed, but how much? It did not matter. She could hear them above her. They were loud. They were boisterous They were happy. They sounded like all the others she had heard over numberless years. All the others who stayed in the cabin. Stayed in the light where it was safe. But they weren’t scared of the dark places. Samara wanted them to be scared. She gave them visions while they slept, gave them nightmares they would remember. But that wasn’t enough. She wanted to show them. She wanted to show them the ring.

No chances, missed opportunities besieged the formless mind of the child called Samara. But not this time. This night was different. These others were different. Glancing up into the darkness, Samara forced herself to listen with formless ears. They wanted to tape. They wanted to tape a game. Samara liked games too, but more than anything she liked the light. She wanted to be out of the dark places. She had abilities in life to transfer images she saw in her mind onto paper. Formless and frightful images that made no sense to her. Images she couldn’t control. She only wanted to be heard, but no one ever listened. They would this time.

Rage.

The others were yelling, they were laughing, and they were having a fun time. A fun time while she remained in the dark place. But the tape was recording and Samara remembered. She remembered a time when she too was taped. She was in a hospital and the doctors taped her. Taped her and asked questions.

“You don’t want to hurt anyone, do you Samara?”

“Oh, but I do. And I’m sorry... But he doesn‘t know... Everyone will suffer...”

But sorry no longer. The tape was playing and Samara saw her chance and seized it with formless hands. She gave the tape the image of the ring, but from there it did not stop. She gave the tape the images of the hell in which she had been forced into, showing scenes that were of her mommy and her daddy, of the horses she hated and drowned, images that told of the pain and fear she had experienced. And she showed the well that was her tomb. But after the well, she showed no more but instead made a promise.

Whoever watches my tape will die. I give them seven days. Seven days of agony knowing they will die. But, I also give them a chance to live, a favor I was denied. Show the tape to someone else and I will spare them and go for the one who watches it. To me it does not matter if one person watches the tape or one thousand. For each person who does watch the tape, I will leave the dark place and show them the horror of the ring. They will know fear. They will receive a warning...

Samara waited for them to watch the tape. She heard a boy say ‘what the hell is this?’ She heard another boy say ‘that isn’t the game.’ She heard a girl say ‘that was disgusting.’ She heard another girl say ‘that tape’s a piece of crap.’ But they had watched the tape. And Samara would tell them of their fate. But how to do such a thing? Then she smiled with formless lips. What better way to tell someone than with the phone.

She willed herself to make the phone ring, and ring it did. Formless fists clenched tightly, she waited with limitless patience for someone to pick up the phone. Patience, it would seem was not needed, as she heard a girl’s voice say ‘hello?’

Seven days...

They watched the tape and did not show it to anyone else. In the dark place, Samara again smiled with formless lips. She would soon be in the light. It would be seven days. But she had waited seven days before and she had waited seven days since again and again. Only this time it would be different. This time she would leave the well. She would climb up its grimy and moss slicked stones...like she was doing now. She would exit into the light slowly...like she was doing now. She would walk to the small portal slowly, but purposefully...like she was doing now.

Dripping wet with stagnant water, her grime saturated dress clinging to her body, Samara made her way in fluid unnatural steps. Though her head was lowered and obscured by her long black hair, she could see a square-shaped portal of static and light. She knew she had all the time she needed and she wasn’t worried. Though the dark would beckon her back, she would see light once more. To the portal she arrived and slowly pulled herself out.

Her putrid skin made contact with a surface that was not the rough landscape of where she was condemned to remain. With gnarled fingers void of their nails, she pulled herself free and slowly stood up, her hair a messy mass that covered her face like an unholy death shroud. She looked around her and saw that she was in someone’s room and that she had come from out of the television. And she also knew that this was not the only place she was. Four people had watched her tape, and to four people she would visit. All was different, though she could feel her hatred, as formless as she had been, now livid within her now potent form. She would seek out those who had watched her tape, watched her agony as though it was nothing. But they would know otherwise. They would know her fear and they would die screaming. The last thing they would see before they died would be the ring...

“Becca, are you up there?”

The door to the room in which she was standing slowly began to open. Though she was happy, Samara could not smile. Instead she looked up and felt her hair which was covering her face remove its veil. When the door swung open, she was now face to face with a young girl. A girl who was now screaming. Samara continued to look at the screaming girl, noting the way her face changed into a hideous malformed visage of fear. She ran from her, ran into her closet and closed the door. Samara would not be denied her victim.

Walking towards the closet, she opened the door and found the girl huddled into a corner. She could not look away as she continued to scream. It was the last use for her breath as the scream ceased leaving behind nothing but a corpse. Samara looked for a moment at the body and the horrid mask of fear it would forever wear and then closed the door of the closet.

The dark place called to her and she had no choice but to answer. It was then that she saw another girl with hair as black as hers. She too stared in speechless fright, but Samara knew she had not watched her tape. Sparing her life, she did not spare her fate. Forcing upon the girl’s mind the images she had done to those in life, Samara watched as the girl fell to the floor a quivering mess. Slowly, she walked away towards the static of the television as were her other incarnated clones. She had seen the light, she had escaped the dark place, but it wasn’t enough. She knew others would watch her tape. And that would call her back. But she would have to wait. A single thought went though young Samara’s mind as she vanished into the television.

Rage


movie quotes from The Ring:

Aidan Keller: What happened to the girl?
Rachel Keller: Samara?
Aidan Keller: Is that her name?
Rachel Keller: Mm-hmm.
Aidan Keller: Is she still in the dark place?
Rachel Keller: No. We set her free.
Aidan Keller: You helped her?
Rachel Keller: Yeah.
Aidan Keller: Why did you do that?
Rachel Keller: What's wrong, honey?
Aidan Keller: You weren't supposed to help her.



What made that little girl kill people in a matter of seven days? Read and find out......(a story about Samara)

Well, the story goes a little something like this:

On an island, off the coast of Washington State, lived a couple who owned a horse ranch. These two were Richard and Anna Morgan. For many years, they had yearned for a child. For many years, they tried, but Anna could never concieve one. One winter, they left the island, Moesko Island(which is a real place), and went to the mainland. There, the set out for a doctor's help to quench their thirst for daughter of their own. When they came back, they brought a little girl. To keep the other islanders from shunning them for messing with nature, the couple told everyone that the baby was adopted, and that the mother died of complications.

The girl, Samara Morgan, was raised at a horse ranch. Her mother and father took her with them to a place on the mainland called Shelter Mountain in the winter, and they came back to Moesko Island for the summer, spring, and fall. Something about the girl made it possible that everywhere she went, she reaked havoc and despair. No one knew why. As Samara got older, her mother began to be driven into insanity. She went to the doctor and was only left with the conclusion that her precious little girl was doing this to her. Her father sent her out to live in the barn, on a hayloft with her only true friend, a television set. But, the visions still came. Anna Morgan, the mother, therefore sent Samara to be subject of multiple tests at Eola County Psyciatric Hospital to find out if her mother was going mad out of the girl's doing or presence. After several tests, the doctors still couldn't find out why this was happening...



After the hospital could find no answer for Anna's illness, mother and daughter were sent back home. On their annual trip to Shelter Mountain, Anna decided she couldn't handle it anymore. While her only child was singing to herself beside a well, Anna came up behind her. She pulled a bag over Samara's head, suffocating her. Anna felt around in the grass around her to find something hard to hit the girl with. She found a rock, and hit her multiple times on the head with it. Her last words to her daughter were "All I wanted was you". Anna then pushed her into the well. When Samara was sinking into the water, the girl opened her eyes, to see her mother closing the well.





Samara survived in the well for 7 days.

After she died, a tape had been discovered in the cabin that was built over Samara's grave. The tape 'supposedly' kills people in a matter of seven days, because it took the her seven days to die. The only way to escape from Samara is to make a copy of the tape.