.Prank.

I hate him with all of my soul, so I decided to "prank" him. He is the same age as me, I didn't really expect this to work.

I dressed up as Samara Morgan and I was standing creepily in my room. My mother told him that I was out to buy something so he knew that I wasn't in the house.

He opened the bedroom door, at first he didn't even realize I was there. Then he saw me, I saw his eyes full of fear.

 I slowly came to him, he started to run at full speed to the front door.

He started banging on the front door but it was locked, I heard his screams. I saw that he actually peed his pants. 

I approached him. I never felt so much joy from seeing someone in pain and misery.

Banging and banging on the front door, he was trapped. 

But then my mom stopped me, she knew it was me. I am glad she stopped me because maybe he could have had a heart attack and I didn't actually want to kill him.

I guess now what it feels like to be Samara Morgan. Here is a picture of how I looked: vonanthonythefirst.deviantart.…