| Narutard | Date: Su, 16.October.11, 0:39 AM | Message # 1 |
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| “Is this even real?” Mary asked her best friend Lucinda, nicknamed Luce. Luce herself shrugged.
“Only one way to find out,” She said quietly and she stood. Mary stood as well and closed the shades slowly. The lights flickered off and Mary looked over to see Luce standing, her hand resting on the light switch. Their eyes met briefly and then they looked at the dark mirror, faint outlines barely visible. Luce placed the tall candle on the counter and touched a lit match to the wick. A flame flickered to life and things were more visible but only slightly.
Twisted shadows danced around the room. Two deep breaths were heard from each girl and then there was silence. Luce’s hand grasped Mary’s tightly and they looked into the mirror.
“Ready?” Mary whispered.
“Ready.”
“One…” Mary’s heart began to pound as she gazed into the mirror.
“Two…” Luce whispered. Mary wanted to close her eyes. Was this the right thing to do?
“Three.” They each took one more breath.
“Bloody Mary…Bloody Mary…Bloody Mary!”
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 24.October.11, 10:25 PM | Message # 2 |
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| “Bloody Mary…Bloody Mary…Bloody Mary!” The air grew cold around the girls and Mary gasped, stumbling backwards as she clutched her chest.
“What was that?!” She struggled to say, but no sound left her lips. Luce was laughing like it was a joke, unawares of her best friend struggling. The flame blew wildly and went out, sending them into total darkness. Mary fell back against the bathtub, still breathing heavy. Something was going wrong, her vision was fading. The door flew open and Luce screamed, then began to laugh as her younger brother stood there, smiling wickedly. Mary’s shoulders relaxed and she stood, whatever strange phenomenon that had happened gone. She shook her head and went to stand next to Luce, smiling. “Well…that was interesting.”
Luce rolled her eyes and flipped the switch on. “It was so stupid,” She said and looked at Mary, waiting for Mary to agree with her like she always did. Mary didn’t respond, staring at Luce. “Yo, earth to Mary,” She said and Mary blinked, shaking her head.
“I’m fine,” Mary said. “Maybe…you shouldn’t spend the night; I’m not feeling too well…” Luce tilted her head.
“Oh…Okay…” Mary was acting really strange, what had gotten into her? Luce shrugged and went to gather her stuff. She’d ask tomorrow.
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Mary looked up at the slowly spinning ceiling fan…whum, whum, whum. It cast glaring shadows across the dimly lit room, sliding across the young man’s face as he slept. Mary took a step forward into the shadow of the door. The young man’s eyebrows creased and he moved in his sleep restlessly. Mary smiled. She slunk forward until she was standing right over him. A black form streaked across the bed and jumped at her. Mary grabbed the small animal by the throat and stared into the wide yellow eyes with slit-like pupils.
It meowed breathlessly and Mary almost tightened her hands. Instead she threw it out of the room. She turned quickly back to stare at the man and when she found him staring up at her with dilated eyes, the open door slammed shut with a frame rattling boom! The room darkened considerably and if one listened closely enough, you could hear the quickened ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, of the young man’s heart. Mary blinked slowly, her gentle brown iris’s turning red in the process.
Mary looked down at her hands…red...black…red…black…Shadows from the fan moved across her hands slowly.
Mary looked at the bed sheets. Red dripped down them slowly; red…black…red…black…whum, whum, whum.
Mary looked at the young man. His blank eyes stared into hers. His hands fell to the bed, head turning sideways. A blade glistened in his chest…silver…red…black…silver…red…black…
Mary smiled and walked out of the house, returning to her own bed. Red…Black…Red…Black…
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 27.October.11, 11:04 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Mary yawned and sat up, rubbing her eyes. The blurry room came into focus gradually and she stared in wonder at the tiny dust particles floating about in the rays of sunshine. Wait…sunshine?! Mary bolted from the bed, knocking something off her bedside table in the process. A loud clatter rang off of the bamboo floor and Mary paused.
The moment in time froze as Mary turned slowly, eyes falling to the floor. Glittering in the sun, casting a glaring light dancing across the ceiling, a knife clinked against the floor, rust red blood stains darkening the silver. What…the hell…Mary backed up slowly and ran out of the room, slamming the door to the bathroom closed as she entered. She stared at the door, feet dragging against the floor as she walked backwards, trying to get farther and farther away.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 30.October.11, 9:48 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Her back pressed against the wall and she slid down, bringing her knees to her chest. Why was it there? Did someone purposely put it there? Who was sick enough to put something like that on her bedside table? Mary released a shaky breath, staring at the space between the floor and the door. A shadow moved across the space and Mary sucked in a tight breath. Someone was here.
Shakily, Mary pushed to her feet, holding onto the counter for support. She walked forward slowly, trying to slow her heavy breathing. Something darkened in her peripheral vision and her eyes moved to the mirror. The world froze.
Mary’s reflection wasn’t her own. Well, it was, but it wasn’t. Her skin was white and dead, her eyes sunken and hair ratted…and she was smiling. Mary backed up into the wall again, unable to take her eyes off the opposite reflection of herself. The reflection didn’t move. “Let me free Mary…”
“Who are you?” Mary whispered, attempting to calm her racing heart. The reflection moved forward, reaching her hand out. The glass of the mirror seemed to bend and warp around the fingers.
“I…am you…” It whispered. “I am Bloody Mary…let me free….” Mary’s eyes widened. Oh no…they did this. Without realizing it, Mary took a step forward. She looked down at her feet and screamed, trying to pull back. Cold shadows wrapped around her ankles, pulling her forward. Mary turned and fell, hitting her head on the side of the bathtub. Her vision darkened as she slid towards the counter. The cold grasped her wrists and pulled her up until she was face to face with the image in the mirror.
“Let me free,” It whispered again and the shadows slammed her head into the glass. Cracks spread through the mirror as blood dripped down the reflective surface. Mary fell, hitting the counter and sliding to the floor, head spilt open and bleeding. The image in the mirror was gone.
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“Reports say that Ms. Mary Liche was found dead on her bathroom floor at 9:16 early Sunday morning, her head split open and the mirror shattered. Signs of struggle were evident but traces of who it might possibly be are absent. We will have more on this later,” The news flashed to commercial. Luce wiped the tears away. How had this happened? She said she wasn’t feeling well two nights ago…but…dead? Luce clicked the TV off and sat back.
The door at the front of the house opened and closed. “Robby?!” Luce called, thinking her older brother was home. No response. Luce turned around. “Robby…?” No response.
“Hello Luce,” Someone whispered. Luce whirled around and looked up, paling. A shadowed figure towered above her. It walked into the light and Luce screamed. Mary stood above her, skin white with death, her forehead shredded open. Luce fell over the back of the couch and Mary followed her, crossing over the couch with ease. Luce crawled backwards in fright and Mary pounced on her. Luce screamed again and then they were silenced. Darkness engulfed the room and when the lights finally came back on, Luce lay on the floor, head to the side.
Her neck bled openly, her eyes blank.
Mary was nowhere to be seen.
Fin
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 31.October.11, 10:05 PM | Message # 5 |
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 31.October.11, 10:06 PM | Message # 6 |
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| I lost to her.
GOD DANGIT.
At least I might get second...
Walk without rhythm
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