UGH, gotta work on my story for class. This is gonna suck. Never gonna finish, gonna get a bad grade. -Matti ------------------- okay so heres my story I did for class. tell me what you think. (ignore grammatical Errors, this took all night) Mary's Blood. "Get in the car!” Brittany said. I could hardly make out her outline from the exhaust fumes running out in every which was. Showed that her car was once again acting up. Her pale blond hair streaked in the sun. Along with dark tinted sunglasses that hid her hazel eyes. I slowly backed to the left of the car to find Stephanie along with her, seated passenger side. Her brown hair was tied up as usual and her make up thick, as if to hide her face with a plastered mask. "What are you waiting for?" Brittany replied again. And I hopped into the back, plummeting in, and snatching the seatbelt on. Adjusting myself and Looking up into the rear view mirror as brit pulled out abruptly. "Where are we going?" I asked, tying my hair in a bow so it wouldn’t fly around uncontrollably. My light brown hair smacking me dead in the face as if to tease me. Like a ten-year-old boy with his repeated 'I’m not touching you'. So I pulled it tightly. Giving myself a natural un-needed face-lift. "Probably the mall. dunno. Where do you wanna go steph?" she turned to Stephanie who was facing out the side blankly. "Steph?" Brit asked once more. Stephanie came to her senses and turn to her. With a confused look on her face. The one where you know they weren’t paying any attention at all to you. "Where do you wanna go? I was thinking the mall". Stephanie nods and grins lightly then faces back out the window before responding. "That’d be cool. I need to get new clothing". She said to herself more then anyone else. She looked pretty lonely there. As if we didn’t exist at all and she was a still frame of emotion. Perhaps something else was on her mind. But she wasn’t really my friend, I never really talked to her, every now and again we would make jokes to one another. But its not like anything really serious came between us like girl talk. She was more of an acquaintance then anything. "Monroe, twenty five miles". "What?" Brittany and I said in unison. "Monroe, twenty five miles, you know. The city? The one bloody Mary was killed at?" Again Brittany and I did a double and looked at each other confused. "Bloody Mary isn’t true!" I replied confidentially. "Oh Yes it is." Stephanie interjected. "I would know. See, my friend had decided one night to pay Bloody Mary while alone one night. He lit a red candle and wrote six across the mirror. Then turned out all the lights in his house. He locked the bathroom door and started chanting 'bloody Mary, bloody Mary. Bloody Mary'. Finally his dad returned home, Hearing banging coming from the bathroom door. Screams, Interfering it. Screams of terror and pain from his son. And He raced to the door tugging at it, attempting to jar it open. But nothing seemed to help. He finally picked the lock open. And still couldn’t get the door open until about fifteen minutes later. He found his son with his head in the sink. Blue." she finished. And I was petrified. Feeling slightly out of tune from a beautiful day. As if a bad omen came by. As if someone had just called my cell telling me I’m the next murder victim on their list. That dull sickening pain in my stomach. The one where you feel you've just messed with unnatural forces. And you’re in for the joy ride. I sat back. Attempting to relax and forget about it. But Brittany wouldn’t put it down. "I Heard about that. The boy was soaked, head to toe. With bloody claw marks in his neck. As if Bloody Mary had reached out from the mirror and strangled him. They always say she's poured in blood. Looking dead at you." I tried to ignore it. Fixing my gaze on how many signs we could pass. "I heard that Bloody Mary was the eighth wife of king Henry, and when he found out she couldn't conceive. He amputated her head" Stephanie replied. I remained in my gaze. Stop sign, Yield sign, speed sign, turn sign. "My friend Malcolm tried that once, He said he did it wrong. But that he saw a light flash slightly in the mirror. He's afraid to go in the bathroom with the lights turned off now"; Brittany seemed so into this as if it didn’t spook her either. And I still tried to keep my attention away. "I don’t think there is a wrong way to do it, as long as you have the lights off, the bathroom locked, and you chant her name from three to one hundred times". "Could We Please Get Off The Case?!" I Interjected. Making it seem more of a deal then what it was. "God, whets your problem?” Brittany replied, glaring at me in the rearview mirror. "I think she's scared" Grinned Stephanie, turning to me and looking deep into my eyes. "Are you scared? Its okay...We wont make fun of you!" I could hint the sarcasm in her voice. Apparently so could Brittany because she began laughing a little. I just crossed my arms and continued to look out into the woods as if nothing seemed to spark my interest more then a passing blur of green and brown. Stephanie didn’t take her gaze off of me; She kept staring repeatedly, then finally snorted and turned around to turn on the music. "I’ve got an Idea, we should go to Her grave site!" Stephanie said without thought. "Dude, that would be totally awesome" Agreed Brittany. "What about you?" She looked to me. "Are you in?" "I don’t think so" I replied shortly. "C'mon! Please? It'll be awesome!" I didn’t agree, it wouldn’t be awesome; we would be disturbing the peace of not only a spirit, but also a spirit that haunts and kills you. I was not completely into that. At all. I wouldn’t go. I couldn’t. What would my parents ask? And right then Brittany answered if for me. "You could tell your mom your hanging at my place, and I'll tell my mom I’m at Stephanie’s. It’ll all work out fine. Just please come on. Pleeeeaaassse.” I never once heard her beg. I guess I owed it to her after all those years together, me leaning on her shoulder; she never needed to lean on mine. I guess this was her way of saying, 'all my weights on you, and your to hold me up'. So I finally agreed. She struck with laughter and grinned widely. I grinned a little as well. Yet still extremely unconfident in my answer. Unconfident in going. We finally ended up at the mall. I picked out a blue t-shirt. Brittany and Stephanie had gotten so much clothing they needed me to help carry it all. They packed everything up, I didn’t really talk, they all felt slightly aggravated because of it. I was mostly worried about myself at the time then them hating me. Maybe if I were lucky they would leave me alone and not make me go on that trip with them if they hated me. I could get away with surviving. The drive back was awkward; I just kept looking at my blue shirt, and wondering why I ever got it. It was tacky, and had a mouse on the front. It wasn’t even a cool mouse. It was a regular mouse. With cheese. It was completely stupid. I only got it because Stephanie shoved it into my hand and said it'll look good on me. I'll probably burn it when I get home. It wasn’t my size anyway. They dropped me off and headed long gone. I left my shirt in their car. They could do whatever they want to it for all I care. I headed to the door and took out my keys, jerking the knob left then right. I hated the door. Always getting stuck. It pissed me off. One day I will get myself trapped in the house. During a fire. And what will happen? I'll burn. Crisp. File' Me. Mmmm.delicious. I trampled myself into the kitchen, relaxing myself and getting a glass of water, trying to change my mind off of the Bloody Mary thing, that still played slowly in my head. I could picture it, the boy. Laying there in the sink eyes wide open in terror. Bubbles still resisting leaving from his mouth and nose. And being very cold. I Shivered. And drank some more water, placing the glass on the table and leaving. Going to the bathroom. I began rinsing my hands and looked up to my reflection in the mirror. It seemed darker then usual. A little more morbid. Like a hex was casted and I’m its victim. I remained staring at myself. A different glare stared back at me. My Imagination was taking hold and I was only doing this to myself. I shivered. Dried my hands quickly and left. Frightened of what was next to come. My eyes became wide with fright. I really was paranoid. Over a stupid mirror. How was I going to be able to go to Bloody Mary's grave tomorrow? If I couldn’t even look at my own self in the mirror without flipping? Calm down. Calm down. I repeated in my mind and went to drink some more water. Few Hours later I was completely settled watching some soap operas. My parents had come in five minutes ago. They apparently already had dinner somewhere else because they just rushed to their bedrooms and didn’t come back out. So I was alone. To watch TV by myself. It was a weekend luckily. Or I would be toast. Luckily for me. I settled down slowly. The late night movies were getting so boring that I couldnt repel my eyes from shutting. And I slowly dazed off. I woke up to my mother, Calling my name and shaking my shoulder. "Wake up! Your friends are here", I ajusted my eyes slightly and sat up. Stephanie was looking at the place in a disgusted view. unlike Britney, who was waiting with eager. "C'mon sleepy head, we have like ten minutes before five. I wanna get there before dark". I rose up and grabbed a brush and overshirt. then headed out the door. On the way into the car I stroked violently at my hair. holding a hair tye in my mouth and my concentration on the door. and Flew into the backseat. settling down once again. except this time I had stuff with me. Empty book bags. "what are these for?" I asked quizically. "When we go to the grave we wanna bring back treasures no?" I shook my head in reply, but she didnt seem to catch it. "We dont need to, isnt that like disturbing the peace?" she sat down fully and buckled her seat belt. I did the same, still waiting for her reply. "We're not going to steal anything from someones grave. Just stuff like rocks, or flowers. you know. like that." "but you cant have rocks and flowers in the same bag, the flowers will get trampled." "Thats why we have two bags!" She remarked. "Duh!" Stephanie had to add in to make it seem like it was her arguement she was winning. I sighed and just sat back. attempting to get myself in a better mood about them. About thirty minutes of a ride and twenty five miles of no where we finally reached our destination. "Here we go" Stephanie said pointing to a map. "we're no where near a grave yard", I replied. wondering if I should ever trust them again. "Look dumbwad!.. you see that trail right there? yeah. thats where we're going" she remarked back. God I was begining to hate her. and her attitude severely annoyed me. I wanted to strangle the life out of it and toss it in its own pool of water. We all got out, and ask stephanie started into the trail and Britney locked her door. I examined the place. trying to remember a land mark, somthing just incase we got lost. Perhaps bread crumbs would of been best. Maybe not coming at all would of been best. I began going into the woods following the tacky brunette infront of me. Every landmark I saw I tried to memorize and tattoo in my brain hoping it would work and we'd be out soon enough. my heart raced, yet the ground was flat. and walking barely did anything.especially since we didnt have any gear on us except empty book backs, which one was held by each steph and brit. The heat was trickling my back a little, as the tree's began thinning out into Long narrow stubs of brown. Looking like a spike pit, from the bottom side up. as If you were the one thrown in, and you only happened to hit one while going downall the way to the bottom, and looking to the sky as you awaited the wound to bleed to death We walked for hours. Sweat beading from our foreheads. I felt so manly. It disgusted me completely. I was not the person for the outdoors and if nothing could prove that. This just did. I hated it, my feet were sore, my legs were tired, my back ached from the weight of nothing. and I just felt all around tired. It was horrible. It was Aggrivating, it wasnt worth it. "lets go back guys.. its not out here", I argued. Looking at a rock on the ground, I was done with landmarks. that was completely an hour ago. It wasnt my thing. I gave up trying to keep ourself safe from harm. I figured if they werent going to do it, neither was I. Although I should have been the designated driver of this impact. completely. "I THINK WE FOUND IT" Stephanie said. She still remained ahead the whole time, I dont see how she ever got so much strength. I was almost exhausted. so Much I wasnt even scared anymore, but as soon as I found a small colony of graves. I trembled. my sweat stopped completely. and my bones ached. I hated it here. already. :coooooolll.." Britney said under her breath. slowly walking into it as if its a wonderland of beautiful. It was. if you were depressive like that. I bet so many people came here to sit under a tomb stone and write poetry. God this place scared me. "Look for the name Mary" Stephanie told us both. Britney as well as steph both searche each one, dusting them off and trying to understand them. Yet I happened to be the lucky one who got the stone. "Mary, June 22, 1999" I bite my bottom lip. "I dont think this is the right mary guys" They stopped what they were doing and slowly pulled to my place next to me on each side to get a god glipse view. "Didnt bloodymary die in along time ago?" Britney asked Stephanie who shrugged in return. "who Knows".and remained staring at the tomb as if a bad car wreck. Not able to take your eyes away no matter how hideous it was. And this tomb. was extremely hideous. its engravings were filled with moss. Outlines were done completely off centered. and It just happened to be a killers grave to be exact. How fun could this be. I noticed the silhouettes of brit and steph leaving me. But was still transfixed on the tomb. Then finally when I was out of the phase I turned to them to see them picking up rocks off the grave and stashing them in the book bag. I spazzed. “What Are you doing?” I wailed confronting them. “Getting rocks like we said!” Stephanie replied. Ignoring My who ‘attempting to keep safe Idea’. “God, For the last few days you’ve been really weird! You know that?” Britney Got up from some rocks that looked interesting and Stared at me. Glaring at me. I Sighed. Didn’t pick up anything though, I was too afraid of my own life. And no one will listen to me. No one listen would understand. I just sat there. Tailgating them, waiting for them to finish up and for our lives to be normal again, and this lil’ mascarade would be over with. “Oh My God Guys! Look!”, Both britney and I looked up in unison and walked over to where Stephanie was. Behind the tomb, laid deep gashes within the cement of it. Some looked as if they were about to release blood. I backed up a little, but britney’s breath was right on my neck, and I knew I didn’t have anywhere to go. “What do you think it means?” Britney asked. Slightly in awe. “I dunno.” Stephanie replied. Searching the ground for something, anything that would seem to make the evidence clearer, and finally spotted a clank against her ring. She looked up at us, as if for us to tell her to go for it without having to say it. Telepathically run it through our systems and Control her. As Scared and Nervous as I was, I wanted to so badly see. As if controlled by Britney, and I. Stephanie Rubbed away the grass and Looked down. A Small block of cement, too deep to pull was laid there. Trailing a poem on it. “Can you read it?” Britney asked in astonishment. “I have no clue.. its really difficult. It seems pretty old..” I winced in very closely and began to read. “Say her names, three in night. One to the mirror, one to candle light. Then when you say it. One again. Her shadows fade and walls cave in. The glimmer light shown beneath the dead. Will come and take her claim again.” Britney and Stephanie began to smile to one another. “This is really creeping me out you guys, can we go back home?” I pleaded. I was so petrified. “yeah.. we can go home now”, Britney decided. I sighed with huge relief, and felt so much getting back home. I passed out instantly when I got home. Falling asleep once again on the couch. “Get up! Your friends are here again”, I shot up. Scared out of my midst. And Looked back to them. From outside the door I could see it was dark. Procrastinated to get up or not and finally did so. “We’re about to head out okay?”, I looked over to my mom and dad who were holding coats and keys about to vacate the premises. “yeah yeah.. that’s fine” I replied. They grinned and hugged me then left. “what are you doing here?” I asked brit and steph who were still standing at my door. “We’re going to do it.”, They didn’t even have to tell me what, I knew already. “No, No Way Are you! No! That’s dangerous!”, Britney still smiled. “C’mon guys! Think about it, its not a good Idea. You could get yourself killed!”, Britney turned to my side trying to reassure me. “C’mon..Its not going to kill you, you’re going to be perfectly safe. I promise no ones going to hurt you, we’re all going to do it together.”.. I don’t know how they got me to do it. But they did. I ended up doing the spell with them. We slowly one by one turned out the lights. Shutting all doors and closing all curtains then headed to the master bathroom. Since it was so much larger. “Got the candle?”, Britney asked Steph. “yep”, she placed it down centered In the middle of our huge mirror. It was dark, I couldn’t see anything, I was gasping for breath but I was at ease with breathing. I was screaming on the inside, Terrified. Yet I still remained seated. Finally an outburst of light flickered onto the candle wick, and I could see our three shadowy silhouettes arching in the mirror. Shaking repeatedly. Exactly how I felt. I felt Britney grasp my hand on one side, and the Stephanie’s hand on the other. And they began to chant. “Bloody Mary… Bloody Mary..”, I was too petrified to start in. But their Grasps got tighter. “Bloody Mary.. bloody Mary.”, They got louder, and I got dizzy. My skin felts like it was going to spazz, I felt Like I was going to collapse. The whole world seemed nothing. I knew I was going to die. “Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary.”, they kept chanting, this time screaming it. Screaming it at the mirror. At the Inadimate object that was in front of us. Screaming with terror. “Bloody Mary Bloody Mary Bloody Mary BLOODY MARY BLOODY MARY BLOODY MARY BLOODY MARY”, I got dizzier. And I couldn’t breathe. I shook, I shaked, I cried. They couldn’t hear. The whole room was spinning at me. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear anymore. I blacked out. I arose off the ground in the bathroom. Holding my side. I must of hit the toilet on the way down. It felt like I bruised a few ribs. I got up. And Turned in all directions. Staring at the floor. It was red. I was clueless. Then my slow gaze went up the cabinets to the feet of britney and Stephanie..and noticed their disembodied ment. Blood poured down the glass. As if a river of death, And britney and Stephanie were their victims. Blood covered me. Blood Covered everything. I Screamed.