There's a very touching moment near the end of both The Ring (2002) and Ringu (1998) where the female-maternal protagonist gets to the heart of the matter, finds the virginal youth (brutally misunderstood and mistreated in her own time), and digs her up from the well. The sentimentality is near overwhelming. The original infraction is brought to light and the young girl's story is told.
It would appear to be a reestablishment of the law: Moral law necessitates access to the truth regarding the original transgressive act, and where applicable, those guilty parties exposed are punished.
Though the murderers (no longer living or present) cannot face punishment, at least the truth is uncovered here. But as we all know, the ghost comes back the very next day, which is of course the surprise twist of the films. Up until this point, the narrative is one centered around moral rectitude: teens are dying, and the source is found to be a ghost or ghostly incarnation. The ghost must pay. Then the ghost is found to be yet another victim of an equally appalling injustice; now this must be set right. Except redeeming and acknowledging the ghostchild does not retire her killing streak.
The only solution: a propagation of terror, a perpetual state of law disjuncture.
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