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Wendy couldn’t say that there was no such thing as ghosts; after all, she’d seen them for herself. But the same couldn’t be said about the legend of Bloody Mary. So when her friends dared her to summon the spirit, she’d been skeptical.
They were at Robbie’s house, as it was agreed that it was more fitting to summon the ghost in the creepiest place they could think of. Given that Robbie’s yard is a cemetery, it definitely appeared to be the ideal spot.
Tambry decided to make a bet with Wendy. “Ten bucks says you’ll run out in two seconds flat!”
Wendy smirked. “You’re on!”
Not long after, Wendy stood in Robbie’s bathroom, with about thirteen candlesticks, all providing light to the darkened room. She took a breath to calm her nerves, and spun three times, all the while chanting:
“I believe in Bloody Mary,
I believe in Bloody Mary,
I believe it Bloody Mary!”
After a beat, nothing happened. Wendy rolled her eyes. “Guys, I told you this was a load of bull-”
“AAAAAAIIIIIHHHHH!” A loud piercing shriek interrupted her, and the redheaded teen looked behind her, only to find the mirror shattered to pieces with a huge hole in the center. It looked as though something had just…jumped out of it.
“Thanks for freeing me,” a voice whispered in her ear. Heart pounding, Wendy looked behind her, and saw nothing, but when she turned back around, she gasped in horror.
“But…but you’re just an urban legend!” Wendy was in utter disbelief. Before her stood a woman wearing an old fashioned nightgown soaked in scarlet, with claw marks running down her face. Her hair was wild, as though it hadn’t been brushed in ages.
“Ghosts are real,” said Mary. “Not that you can see it anymore.”
“What are you talking about?” She didn’t get a verbal answer. Bloody Mary physically attacked her. Wendy’s skull cracked on the edge of the bathtub, but that pain hardly mattered when two filthy clawed hands dug into her eyes. She screamed bloody murder as they were ripped right out of their sockets. “MY EYES!”
A high, girlish giggle sounded from above her. “See no evil, Corduroy!”
Behind her, the doorknob rattled. “Wendy! Open the door!”
Mary cleared her throat, and spoke in Wendy’s voice. “Coming, coming! Oh, guess what? The ritual actually worked!”
“Wait, really?” Lee replied, genuinely surprised. “Weird.”
The bathroom door swung open, and Wendy’s friends jumped back. “Holy shit!” Nate swore. “It’s Bloody Mary! But how?!”
“Who cares?! Let’s go!” Robbie shouted, before they bolted for the front door. The sickening sound of the doors and windows slamming shut and locking could be heard.
“Thompson, go get Wendy!”
He didn’t have to be told twice. But the second he found Wendy, he froze in the doorway. He would’ve screamed, but it was as if the sight had sucked the air out of his lungs.
There, on the bathroom floor, was Wendy, eyes missing, leaving bloody, leaking holes. She had bled to death. “W-Wendy?” He choked out.
A twisted symphony of screams could be heard from downstairs, and after lifting up Wendy’s corpse, Thompson returned to their friends. Or rather…what was left of them. Shards of glass littered the floor. All of them had slit throats.
“I had no time to remove their eyes,” Mary said nonchalantly. Thompson whirled around, feeling terror surge through his veins.
“G-get away from me!” Thompson screamed.
“My pleasure,” Mary whispered, before slicing through the teen’s neck.
Bloody Mary left a trail of destruction in her wake, leaving obvious indications of who was responsible for the injuries and deaths of people who crossed her path.
If Wendy and her friends had survived, they would’ve walked out with an important lesson learned.
Never, ever summon the ghost of Bloody Mary.
THE END