That Samara woman sent me a videotape. I thought it was an art project, but apparently it was supposed to kill me. I'm not sure how a tape
could kill me, and, well, I'm still here, but be careful of getting a videotape from Samara, or anyone else you don't know. I'd hate to think it would work on someone else.
I think this explains that "prank" call I got just after I watched it.
For the record, I didn't do anything to her to make her mad; I only watched the tape to be nice.