The Turn for the Worst

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Two children go into their bathroom and play the 'Bloody Mary' game, and it takes a turn for the worst.

Submitted: November 02, 2011

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Submitted: November 02, 2011



Bloody Mary

By Jesse Schill

“Come on,” Joey begged his younger brother, Matt, “It’ll be fun.” Matt was nervous and scared about playing this “Bloody Mary” game that Joey so desperately wanted to play. Matt had read many frightening stories about playing with evil spirits and he didn’t want to experience any of those horrible tales. “All you have to do is go into the bathroom, shut and lock the door, turn out the lights, and chant ‘Bloody Mary’ three times in a row. Many people do it, and nothing ever happens. Therefore, it must be safe, and you have nothing to worry about.” Despite Joey’s encouragement and assurance, Matt was still nervous about playing this game. However, Matt knew Joey would tease him even more for being scared about playing this stupid game, and he wasn’t going to give his older brother that opportunity.

“Fine, I’ll play. But if you pull any funny stuff, I’m telling mama right away.” Matt said.

“No pranks, I swear.” Joey replied.

The two boys, one age eleven and the other thirteen, walked into the downstairs bathroom and locked the wooden door shut. The bathroom was narrow, and the walls were painted orange. There was a glass window with a brown wooden border on the wall furthest from the entrance. Matt turned off the lights, not knowing what both him and his brother were about through.

“Ready?” Joey asked in an anxious, mockery sort-of voice.

“Yeah… whatever, let’s just get this over with.”  Matt replied trying to sound brave. The boys chanted together, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, and Bloody Mary.”

The temperature suddenly dropped immensely. The window , and a strong, howling wind knocked the two boys towards the wall away from the window. “Joey! What’s happening?” Matt yelled in a panic.  An extremely high-pitched scream filled the air. Once the screaming stopped, the wind died down, and all was quiet in the bathroom. Matt reached for the light switch, but it had disappeared, along with the door. The two boys were stuck in the bathroom with no chance of escaping or survival.

 Matt heard Joey’s voice command in a nervous voice, “You stay here, I’m going to go see what happened to the window. Something had to let that wind in.” Matt heard Joey’s footsteps walk in the opposite direction of him, and he realized he was shaking vigorously. Abruptly, Matt heard a fast swooshing sound pierce through the air, and a muffled cry escape from Joey almost instantaneously. There was a hard thud on the bathroom floor. “Joey, where are you?” asked Matt fearfully. There was no reply.  The lump in Matt’s throat could not have possibly been any larger, and he found he was now crying from his fear.

Matt quickly remembered he had a Nokia cell phone in his pocket. He took it out and shone the light on the floor of the bathroom, only to see his brother split vertically in half, lying in a pool of blood on the floor. Matt screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping someone would hear him and come to his rescue. But his scream was interrupted as he felt the cold blade of a knife being pressed firmly to his neck. The knife seemed to be floating, as Matt could see no support holding it. The blade made a quick firm slice to the right, and Matt dropped dead with his neck gushing blood.

About fifteen minutes later, the boys’ mom finally noticed that she hadn’t heard the boys in a while and went searching for them. She checked in their rooms, in the backyard, and anywhere else she could possibly think of. ‘Oh well,’ she thought to herself, ‘they probably went over to the neighbor’s house. It’s most likely no use searching this hard for them.’ Realizing that she had to use the restroom, she walked downstairs and entered the bathroom, only to have the door slam shut behind her.

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