Day 33: As a Phantom

She Just Wanted to Be Heard
Day 33: As a Phantom
Part of Story Arc 1: Counterclockwise
A "The Ring/Ringu" Fanfic
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)

Chapters: 33 of 100
Rating: Overall Rating Sup13+ (adult theme; horror elements that might be too scary for children under 13; bad language)
Dates: Begun September 2006. Some material is based on previously written stories from 2003-2005. This chapter was written in May 2010.
Word Count: 3,604
Summary: The gang holds a séance to contact the spirit that has been trying to help Quinn and Svetlana in their dreams, Mysteria. The results are, of course, enlightening and dramatic.
Warning: Contains spoilers for the entire Ringu and The Ring series.
Beta Thanks: Thanks to Sammie for beta'ing this chapter!
Fanfic Challenges: Fits [info]50_darkfics Prompt #33 Present and [info]Coclaim100 Prompt #33 Voice.
Author's Notes: My friend Sammie and I actually had this conversation about Swiss cheese once. :D

X-over with the TV series Supernatural. Set pre-series, during Sam's years at Stanford.

        Bleary-eyed, Quinn stared at the mushroom and Swiss cheese burger in his hand before taking another bite. "Why is it that Swiss cheese alone tastes like crap and smells like feet, but put it on a burger and it's like heaven?" he said while chewing.

        Darcy looked at him from her place on the arm of the couch, shrugging. "You're welcome."

        "Thanks for bringing this food over," Svetlana said. She took another bite of her own hamburger.

        "No problem." Darcy eyed Quinn's sister Danica as she excitedly paced the living room. "So what are we up to tonight?"

        "I can't believe you guys didn't tell me about this right off," Danica said, continuing to pace. "This is badass."

        "Badass? Did you not just see me have a complete meltdown in there?" Quinn replied, irritated.

        "I know you guys aren't having any fun, but from the outside, this is pretty damn cool. Come on Jodie, back me up."

        "Well..." Jodie, sheepish, cringed a little. " was cool at first. Then these two started freaking out and it wasn't so cool anymore."

        Danica rolled her eyes and growled in frustration. "You sit here and tell me you watched a videotape that's cursed, a ghost is stalking you, and you won't even let me be excited about it?"

        "Be excited all you want. I just won't be joining you," Quinn sighed.

        Shaking her head, Darcy remarked, "I don't understand how you can see things that way, Danica. Your brother and his girlfriend are being stalked and bewitched by a demon."

        "I thought you said it was a ghost..."

        "It is a ghost," Quinn replied, nodding.

        Svetlana explained, "Darcy think it's a demon."

        Addressing Darcy directly, Danica asked, "How can the ghost of a little girl be a demon?"

        Darcy waved the question off. "There's no proof we're dealing with the ghost of this child. Demons are crafty. They know how to pretend to be the dead."

        "Well, we'll just have to find out exactly what we're dealing with." Danica rubbed her hands together. "Did you get in touch with your professor?"

        Jodie shook her head. "He's still not answering his phone. So I called Akemi, his T.A., and she's on her way over."

        "Is she a Demonologist too?"

        "No, but I figure she's had to of picked up a thing or two from working with him."

        "You may have something there. Now..." Snatching up a pad of paper, Danica sat at the kitchen table and prepared to write. "If you could ask this Samara girl any questions, what would you ask?"

        "We told you, we already did that," Quinn reminded her.

        Svetlana added, "Once was enough."

        "Who else could we contact, then?"

        "Contact...?" Darcy began. She didn't like the sound of that.

        Suddenly sitting forward, Svetlana blurted, "Mysteria!"

        "Hey, yeah," Quinn agreed. "I bet she could fill in a lotta blanks."

        "How are we going to 'contact' Mysteria?" Darcy questioned.

        "A Ouija board, of course," said Danica.

        "Oh, hell no!" Darcy spat. "That'd be like opening the door and saying, 'Hello Mr. Demon, why don't you come on in and possess my body? I like it!'" She crossed her arms.

        Quinn mumbled, "I believe that would be Miss Demon..."

        Giving an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Danica said, "Oh my God, do you think I'm an idiot? This isn't a freakin' slumber party where we're going to try to contact Satan and all pee our pants in fear." She wiggled her hands in the air and put on a scared face, imitating a frightened teenager. "A Ouija board's just a tool. There are precautions you can take. For one thing, we're not contacting Samara. We're contacting Mysteria."

        "But that's just what they want you to think..."

        Danica rolled her eyes even more dramatically, leaning back in her chair and shrugging with her arms. "Well, you've just got an answer for everything."

        "I want to see what Mysteria say," Svetlana threw in. She hoped it would quiet Darcy's protests.

        "You don't even know what Mysteria is," snapped Darcy. "She could be a demon too."

        "Look, if it really bothers you that much, we don't have to use a Ouija board. We can ask our questions through automatic writing," Danica offered.

        "It doesn't matter how you make contact; it's all dangerous."

        Quinn and his sister rolled their eyes in unison.

        Darcy tried to continue. "In the Bible, it forbids contacting the dead and - "

        "Hey," Quinn interrupted, "I appreciate that you're looking out for us and all, but we need to find out what the hell's going on here. This Mysteria chick... thing... whatever is trying to tell us something important, and if we don't find out what it is, this is all going to get a lot worse."

        Darcy was unfazed. "That's exactly what it wants you to think. That you need its help, so you open the door."

        "Does she have to be here?" Danica asked with an annoyed sigh.

        Svetlana's head came up sharply. "Hey... Darcy's my friend."

        "And Quinn is my brother." Danica tapped her chest. "And no little ghost bitch is going to come in here and make my brother cry."

        Quinn had to laugh, but awkwardly.

        "If there's something I can do to make this better, I'm going to do it. So you can either stay and watch, or you can leave," Danica said to Darcy, who tensed up and shifted a bit on the arm of the couch. "Protest all you want, but we're going to contact this spirit."

        "Fine. I'm not leaving." She looked at Svetlana. "Svet is my friend and she wants me here. If you're bound and determined to do this, then I'll be here to try and protect us all."

        "Well man the torpedoes!" Danica saluted her. She sat back down. "Now, questions for our friend Mysteria?"

        Darcy started to shoot back an angry retort, but Svetlana cut in before she could. "Who are Dean and Sam?"

        "Okay." Danica wrote the question down. "Let me see those drawings one more time."

        Jodie retrieved a few of Svetlana's sketches of the Winchester brothers. When Danica saw the art of Dean again, she growled, "Phwoar!"

        The sound made Jodie jump. "What the hell was that?"

        "This guy, he's really hot. So I said 'Phwoar.'"


        "Yeah. It's British slang for 'Schwing!'"

        The others looked slightly less confused, except Svetlana, who said, "What is schwing?"

        "You know..." Danica, frustrated, tried to explain one slang expression before she explained the other. "Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, when they think a girl is hot, they say schwing. So, a lot of British people say phwoar instead. And this guy is phwoar-worthy..."

        Quinn and Jodie exchanged a look. "You're not going to start 'across the pond'ing us now are you?" he asked.

        Jodie snort-laughed.

        "Never mind. He's good-looking." Switching to the next drawing, she remarked, "This other guy isn't half bad either. But I prefer the blonds." Danica smiled. "Colin's a blond, you know."

        Getting up, Quinn crossed to the table and nudged her arm. "Hey, I'm sorry I wasn't there tonight, at the dinner. It really is great that you and Colin got engaged. Never met him, but you've told me so much about him that I feel like I know him already. He's a good guy."

        "Thanks, bro." Danica stood to hug him. "I'll get him over here sometime." Still grinning, she sat down and picked up the pen again. "So, questions?"

        When Akemi arrived, they had pulled the kitchen table into the middle of the living room; pages torn from Svetlana's biggest sketchpad lay on top of it. "I'll buy you another one," Danica had promised.

        Akemi looked down at the table, touching the little heart-shaped piece of thin wood on wheels. "This is the planchette?"

        "Yeah." Danica patted it. "Jodie and Quinn have volunteered to put their fingers on it for leverage. The pen goes here..." She put the tip of her finger into the little hole near the point of the heart. "...and it writes on the paper as the spirit moves the planchette."

        Akemi nodded. "I'm familiar with the concept."

        "So Professor McNeal did teach you a thing or two about his other trade?" Jodie asked with a grin.

        The exchange student nodded again. "A little. This is automatic writing, yes?"


        "Ah. My Oba-chan told me not to play with things like Ouija boards and the like. Said it wasn't good to disturb the spirits." A devious little smile touched the corners of her mouth. "I think I'll take the chance."

        To herself, Darcy mumbled, "Your Oba-chan was right."

        Danica grinned too. "It's kind of exciting, huh?"

        Embarrassed, Akemi laughed. "I've only observed one session like this with McNeal-sensei. I'm very interested to see what happens here tonight."

        "Oba-chan, that's 'Grandmother'?" Jodie asked.

        Akemi nodded her head a third time. She didn't speak as much as her American counterparts; this was the most animated Jodie had seen her in a while. Spending time with the professor had exposed her to enough of the occult to teach her a few terms and get her interested in things about which her elders could be superstitious. Jodie figured part of the fascination in Akemi's eyes was about exploring taboos, as well as indulging in something different.

        "Do you have Ouija boards in Japan?" Danica questioned.

        Grinning wider and chuckling, Akemi replied, "Yes, but they can be expensive. Most people just play Kokkuri-san." She saw the curiosity in everyone's eyes, so she continued. "You draw the hiragana alphabet on a sheet of paper and use a yen piece as the pointer. Everyone puts a finger on the coin, and then you ask Kokkuri-san to answer your questions. It's practically the same."

        "What does Kokkuri-san mean?" asked Quinn.

        "It's a little hard to translate. It means 'to nod up and down,' but its kanji refers to the supernatural forces at work to make the coin move." Akemi laughed, her eyes crinkling almost shut, at a memory she did not share. "Some people use a pen to talk to Kokkuri-san as well."

        "Yeah, the spirit just writes out all their answers. The pen gives them a voice."

        Sitting at the table, Jodie placed the pen into the hole. "We getting this show on the road?"

        Quinn sat on the opposite side of the table from Jodie. Svetlana took the seat next to him, but as soon as Danica lowered the lights and lit a nearby candle, she shivered and slid into Quinn's lap, putting an arm around his neck. He put one arm about her waist and the other on the table. "You scared?"

        Svet just nodded.

        Darcy stood watch, but stayed back, her arms still folded sternly across her chest. After watching to see where Danica planned to stand, Akemi hovered around the other side of the table to see what would happen.

        "Okay." Taking a deep breath, Danica readied herself to switch out the sheets of paper when needed. "We would like to contact a particular spirit somewhere out there in the ether. God, please protect us while we embark on this contact with the realm beyond our own. Nothing may use the tool of contact to harm anyone here, especially not through possession." She gave Darcy a sassy look, to which Darcy almost curtsied, knowing that last comment was thrown in just for her. "The entity we contact may only influence the planchette to move. Nothing more." Danica looked at Darcy again. She didn't want to interrupt the quiet mood, so she clapped her hands softly in approval. Then Danica finished, "In other words, you malevolent spirits out there, you better stay away. You don't want to fuck with me."

        Darcy rolled her eyes into a full head loll, her chin against her chest. Everyone snickered.

        "Alrighty." Danica signaled the others, to which Jodie and Quinn responded by placing two fingers each on either side of the planchette, holding it as steady as possible. "We would like to contact the spirit that goes by the name Mysteria. If you can hear us, please respond."

        The planchette did not move at first. After about four seconds, it teetered slightly under their fingers. Quinn and Jodie let out small gasps. Everyone smiled a little in anticipation, except Darcy, who jerked in her skin as if it startled her.

        "Mysteria? Do you wish to speak with us?"

        The planchette moved jerkily to the right, only enough to leave a tiny mark on the paper. Then suddenly, it began to glide smoothly into what appeared to be a word. Everyone made some sort of sound in reaction - some gasped, some snickered excitedly, and some moaned to themselves in dread of what might happen.

        "It's moving," Jodie said. The others could see that for themselves, but they all wanted to exclaim the same thing.

        "And it's making..." Quinn was about to say it was making sense until he saw what the spirit had written. "Is that English?"

        Danica shook her head. "No, I think it's... Greek?" She sighed, crossing her arms. "Can you speak to us in English?"

        "Yeah, like that universal translating thing my mom was talking about," added Jodie. "She could understand the people in her hallucinations."

        "Shh." Danica opened her mouth to suggest something else, but the pen began to move over the paper again.

        I am sorry, it said.

        "Ah, so you can speak English."


        "Are you Mysteria?"

        A slight pause, and then, Yes.

        "Oh my God, it's answering her," Quinn almost whispered. His eyes had grown big with amazement.

        "Who are you, Mysteria?" Danica asked.

        Another pause, before the answer came. Spirit guide.

        "A spirit guide... wow." Danica seemed to know what that was. "Whose spirit guide are you?"

        Jodie, Quinn, and Svetlana gasped at the answer. Sammy's.

        "The guy! Dean's... whatever. The guy my mom saw!" Jodie exclaimed. Although the excitement was obvious in her voice, she still tried to keep it down, knowing that Danica was in control of the session.

        As if to signal this fact, Danica put a finger to her lips. "You're the spirit guide of this guy Jodie's mother saw in her vision?"

        "We meet him too," Svetlana whispered.


        "Then he's psychic?"


        "So he talks to you."


        Taken aback, Danica replied, "What do ya mean, no? That's the whole point of a spirit guide, to guide their psychic through both worlds."

        He's not ready.

        "Oh. So why are you mucking around in the dreams Samara Morgan has sent them?" She gestured to her brother and Svetlana.

        Trying to help without detection.

        "You don't want to be detected? By who?"

        The ones who cursed them.

        "Huh, okay. Speaking to them in dreams through symbols and stuff is safer than talking to them when they're awake."


        "Does that mean you're risking something by talking to us now?"

        Svetlana whimpered at Danica's question.

        They could almost sense the spirit nodding at her answer, Yes. And then, You're being watched.

        Svet whimpered again, hiding her face in Quinn's neck for a moment.

        Even Jodie shuddered.

        "Should we hurry, then?"


        Before continuing, Danica pulled out the full sheet of paper for the fresh one underneath. "I'll try. Why have you taken a special interest in helping us?"

        You are mine.

        "We are..." Danica knitted her brow at the cryptic answer. "What do you mean, you are mine?"


        "Holy..." Quinn started, but didn't finish the thought.

        "We're your descendants? Does that mean you were once a person? You were alive?"


        "How many years ago?"

        Over 200.

        Danica tried to keep the questions coming fast. "Was your name Mysteria when you were alive?"

        The spirit paused again. No.

        "Then what was your name?"

        Another pause, this one longer. You are being watched, she repeated.

        "You don't want Samara to know your real name?"


        "They would know who you are."

        Yes yes yes.

        Quinn let out a sigh of trepidation. "I can feel their eyes on us," he said, making Svet whimper again.

        "Why are you trying to bring us together with this Dean guy?" Danica asked.

        He might be able to help you.

        "Why him? What does he know?"

        He is a hero. He will help you, him and his family.

        "How do we - "

        The planchette began to move before Danica could finish her question. I tried to fight this evil in life. It has been passed down, you don't know the whole story. Ask your grandmother.

        Akemi watched the planchette move the pen across the paper, almost scribbling now. "She's becoming frantic," she remarked, then gasped and straightened up. "Someone's coming."

        Quinn just nodded. His girlfriend buried her face in his neck, not coming out to look this time. The ones who had been cursed could feel what Mysteria had mentioned.

        They were being watched.

        Again, Danica changed the page. "Wait, are you talking about that stuff Ms. Searling saw? Alexandra Baptiste and the horses and all that?"


        "You said you were alive over two hundred years ago. That sounds about right. So you were trying to fight Alexandra Baptiste when you were alive?"

        Yes. I passed it down. The story, the methods, it's all still there. Look for it. You will need it. And then, They don't realize what they are doing. They don't realize what they are setting in motion.

        "What are they setting in motion?" asked Danica.

        A long pause, then, Their own destruction.

        Svetlana suddenly turned her head, trying to look over her shoulder at the front door. She appeared to sense that someone was there. "What Dean's last name?" Svetlana broke in, quickly.

        Winchester, wrote Mysteria.

        "How can... we..."

        Again, Mysteria interrupted her by continuing to write. I can't hide anymore. You need to know.

        I was Phaedra.

        "That's your real name?" Even Danica could feel something now, some heavy atmosphere hanging over the room. "Why are you telling us this now?"

        When the spirit wrote her last sentence, she bore down so hard she tore the paper.

        Because she's here.

        Her face a mask of fear, Akemi slowly turned and looked over her shoulder. Quinn looked at the front door now too. The others just looked, but did not see.

        The ones who were cursed could see a figure standing behind the door, in deep shadow. She seemed to be wearing a cloak over her head. "You... you're still plotting against me," Alexandra hissed. "Why are you still plotting against me? You betrayer."

        Svetlana started to cry, clinging to Quinn tightly.

        "What? What is it?" Danica asked.

        "I think it's Alexandra Baptiste," Quinn replied. His mouth hung open in astonishment.

        Jodie wondered aloud, "Why can't I see her?"

        "You ungrateful... you betray your own... how could you? I should have known... I should have known you were Mysteria." Alexandra took a step forward.

        Akemi backed into the table, then went around it, toward Darcy, who began to pray quietly. Darcy couldn't see the demon either, but could feel it was there.

        "Do you really think she can save you? Do you think the Winchesters can either?" Two more steps forward. "No one can save you." Suddenly, Alexandra rushed forward, right into Quinn's face. He fell over backward out of the chair, onto the floor, scrambling back into the short wall that divided part of the kitchen from the living room, Svetlana screeching and bouncing on his lap. They held onto each other for dear life.

        When they saw Quinn go over, the others screamed in surprise. The wind created by Alexandra's supernatural rush across the room blew at their hair.

        "No one can save you!" Alexandra repeated, and swiped at the planchette on the table. A heavy gust of phantom wind blew it and all the papers off the table, into Danica's face. She batted at them with a shocked barrage of yelps. "No one can save you but you!"

        "Ahhh, God, make it stop!" Quinn yelled. He tried to cover his face and Svetlana's at the same time.

        "It won't. Stop." Alexandra turned to go, stalking around the table and shaking it violently for good measure before she did. Jodie jumped up from her seat, eyes wide. At that moment, Danica pushed aside the last piece of paper that had blown over her face; Alexandra looked over the table at her. And finally saw her.

        It was her. It was the girl from Alexandra's own painting, the one of the Winchester brothers with their guns. The girl across the table was the girl in the middle of that painting. For Quinn.

        The Destroyer.

        "YOU," Alexandra hissed.

        The two women stared each other down across the table, only Danica didn't know it. Everyone tensely waited to see what would happen next. Livid, Alexandra let out a howl as she turned the table over, throwing it at Danica. Then she turned and sped from the room, passing as a phantom through the wall.

        Danica had covered her face and screamed when the table came at her. She took several steps back. The table did not hit her, but laid on its side only inches in front of her now. She looked at it, shocked and panting.

        Jodie spoke first. "What the hell was that?!" she yelled.

        As Svetlana's whimpers began to border on hysterics, Darcy crossed the room, avoiding the table legs, to help Quinn calm her down. When she passed Danica, she craned her neck so she could see her over the upturned table. "I told you so!" Darcy spat.

        Danica rolled her eyes. "You just couldn't resist, could you?"

it won't stop

The Ringu series is (c) 1998 The Ring/The Spiral Production Group. It is based on the novels by Koji Suzuki. My fanfic is more based on ideas presented in the films, which were created by director Hideo Nakata and screenwriter Hiroshi Takahashi.
The motion picture The Ring is (c) 2002 DreamWorks Pictures. The title "She Just Wanted to Be Heard" comes from a line of dialogue spoken by Rachel Keller in this movie. The motion picture The Ring Two is (c) 2005 DreamWorks Pictures. This fanfic is heavily inspired by ideas presented in the American movies, which were directed by Gore Verbinski and Hideo Nakata and written by Ehren Kruger.
I do not know if the prequel, The Ring 3, will have any bearing on this story or not until I see it.
Supernatural is (c) 2005 Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television.
Everything else is (c) Demented Stuff.

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