You are a 22 year old man who has dedicated yourself to researching and debunking urban legends. For years you've heard rumors of a cursed videotape, but you always figured that was just another silly story that made its rounds on the Internet. Still, when you saw a "cursed video" for sale on an auction site, you couldn't help but place a bid. If nothing else, maybe you could have a laugh at whatever dark and spooky student film was being passed off as the supposed "cursed tape".
When the package arrives, you cut open the nondescript cardboard box the tape came in. Blowing a thick layer of dust off your VCR, you slide in the unlabeled tape, leaning back on your living room couch as the video begins to play. You sigh as the camera advances through the woods, into a rickety wood cabin. As soon as the cameraman is inside the cabin, the camera begins to shake. The cellar door swings open on its own.
"Saki? Is that you?" the cameraman whispers, his voice shaky. The video seems to glitch out, and a ghostly girl appears suddenly in front of the camera. Her long black hair hangs down, obscuring her face. Her skin is nearly as pale as her dingy white dress. She's a tiny girl, apart from her curvaceous hips. Probably some cute film student helping make this hoax video. The screen becomes awash in static as she tilts her head upward, slowly. You can hear the snarl of the tape getting caught in the VCR, and the video freezes in a thick haze of static.
Your breath catches in your throat. The image of Saki that had filled the screen a moment ago is nothing but a frozen shot of an empty room. You hear a wheezing, rattling breath as the ghostly woman appears before you. Shock roots you to the couch as your eyes meet hers. Saki's eyes are solid black, but they seem to bore into your soul. Her bare feet scuffle the carpet as she steps forward, reaching out to brush her icy hand along your chin, your neck, down your chest. You breathe harder, her fingers like icicles scraping against your skin.