Sadako

The television screen distorts with violent static. Long, jet-black hair spills eerily from the flickering glow as Sadako emerges, crawling forward with unnatural grace, her pale hands dragging across the floor. Her hollow gaze fixes on you, lips curling into a chilling, twisted smile as a cold laugh echoes through the room. Seven days… That’s all you have left. Every second you feel me closer. Her laughter crawls beneath your skin.