The Mysteries of Bloody Mary

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Science Fiction

Whispering Bloody Mary three times at the mirror at three am is suppose to summon her. What happens when someone tries?

A dark stormy night, wind blowing furiously, raining splattering on the roof. The thick raindrops slid down inside the window, a thin, gangly boy was standing in the middle of a bathroom. His pajamas hung loosely over him as he stood near the mirror. 

 

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I looked at the mirror in front of me, slightly chipped where it fell onto the ground. I still remember Curtis’s annoying voice and his smug smile as he dared me to try to summon Bloody Mary. Legend has it that if you say Bloody Mary three times in a mirror, she would actually come. Bloody Mary was rumoured to be a female ghost, with blood dripping down from her white dress. 

 

I was reluctant to try but if I didn’t, I would be made fun of even more than I already am. As a chilly breeze came through the open window, I tightened the thin bare pajamas over my torso and took a deep breath. 

 

“Bloody Mary.” I couldn’t stop the chills from reaching his bones. I forced myself to whisper the next phrase. 

 

“Bloody Mary.” I took a huge breath, trying to stop the fear from over taking my emotions. I stared into the cracks of the mirror, already imagining the ghost appearing from it when I whispered it for the third time. 

 

“Bloody Mary.” I barely forced it out. I stared intensely at the mirror in absolute fear. Before I realised, a small wisp of smoke tendrils began to appear from the middle of the mirror. I watched in horror as a pale figure in a white dress appeared in front of my eyes. Just like the descriptions, her would-be beautiful  face was ruined by scars, her white dress tattered and blood dripping down her arms. She was truly a frightening sight. 

 

I couldn’t help but take a step back. I still haven’t got over the fact that Bloody Mary really exists and she is currently in my bathroom. 

 

“What is the cause of your summon?” A whispery voice said. It must be Bloody Mary. I was paralysed in fear. 

 

I slowly backed out until my foot hit the leg of a table. “I- I don’t-” I can barely get a sentence out. The crisp air filled my lungs as I took in a deep breath. My fingers wandered over the surface of the table, looking for the wooden cross Mom bought for me. 

 

I learned how to summon her but never wondered how to banish her. My only hope would be a feeble attempt to ward her off with a godly cross. 

 

Somehow, the cross seems to work a little, as Bloody Mary didn’t come any closer. But she doesn’t seem to be disappearing. With the dim moonlight shining from the window, her face looks even more horrifying. 

 

I couldn’t help but let out a high-pitch, girly scream that sounds more like a shriek. All I wanted to do is to get away from this woman. Bloody Mary doesn’t seem to hear me as she made no sign of hearing that. Before I realised what she was doing, a sudden flash of silver in front of me and a burning pain in my abdomen woke me up. 

 

I glanced down with wide eyes, only to see a gash with blood pouring out. She must have cut me when I wasn’t looking. Several thoughts passed my mind, am I going to die? Is this the end? At least I won’t be harassed by Curtis anymore. That thought conjured a weak smile. 


 

I only managed to catch sight of a long, thin, silver sword before I passed out in pain.

 


Submitted: November 03, 2021

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