- Might Not Be Here Today :[ N.D.E.
July 17, 2005
I was sleeping over my friends house on a Friday and we got on the subject of Bloody Mary. So my friends sister thought we should try it so we did. At this time I never tried this. So my friends sister had the candle in her hand and we where on each side of her. Then we started saying "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary" ect: and on the 13 try we seen some thing so terrible that my friend gave me and her a pillow. Then we heard screaming and her raising a knife at us that then my friend and I fell to the ground while her sister was just standing there. When we turned on the lights my friends sister said she was talking to her that's why she was just standing there. Me and my friend were 9 when that happened but now we are 11 and we never did that again so when my other friends ask if we want to do that I say no because last time when she raised the knife at use she gave use all a scar on the face so when people ask use why we have the scars on our faces we tell them about this horrible story. Don't forget Bloody Mary exists.
Mary
Shohola, Pennsylvania
- Bloody Mary Is Back Urban Legend
August 10, 2005
It was the last day of school and me and my friends Veronica and Natasha where really bored. We were home alone and we thought it would be fun to tell some stories like urban legends. My friend started telling the story of Bloody Mary and we started wondering if the whole going in front of the mirror and chanting her name was true so we decided to try it! We went into the bathroom and lite some candles. My friends were really excited because I have a huge mirror in my bathroom and I just didn't know what to think. We started chanting "Bloody Mary, I killed your baby" and all of the sudden the sink turned on and instead of water, blood came out but me and friends stayed calm surprisingly until we looked into the mirror and saw a girl covered in blood coming down a staircase. I thought she was holding something but couldn't tell and then the figure disappeared. We thought it was over but we thought wrong. Then, we turned around and there she was and she was holding a baby. Me and my friends boned out. Then we went back and turned on the lights and there was nothing. No blood on the sink, nothing and ever since that day I promised I'd never do it again. But, you never now, you might just get tempted to do it again......NOT!
FabiCalifornia
- FINGERS OF BLOODY MARY
October 15, 2005
My cousin and I were on the computer reading stories of Bloody Mary and thought we should try it. We didn't believe in it so we said what the heck lets just try it. So we went to the bathroom turned of the light and lit a black candle and repeated Bloody Mary come get us! About 13 times nothing happened so we said it again. Then we saw a blurry figure with red eyes, then heard a loud thump, then my cat yelped with horror. So we opened the door and ran for our life. Then we saw my cat limping out drenched with blood on him. We screamed with horror but no one was home. Later on that night I decided to take a shower. When I was getting a towel from the cabinet below that's when I saw it, out came a hand with black finger nails and blood on its hand. To this day I am still afraid to use the restroom by my self! I still believe in what I saw and she will always be in my nightmares!
Ohio
- "BLOODY MARY - NOT FOR BEGINNERS" Urban Legend
October 19, 2005
I had two friends over (Tony and Jerze) when a third friend (Dewayne) dropped by. On Dewayne's arm was Sharon, a "smarter than you" college girl he'd been dating. After a few beers, Sharon started jabbering about the Bell Witch, and how by chanting "Bloody Mary" in a darkened mirror, the Bell Witch would appear and maybe, just maybe, do great bodily harm to those summoning her. Well, we all agreed that sounded too wonderful for words and so we decided to take a dare.
Now, the first of my friends already there, Tony, had a soul of iron and would have spat on the devil just to put out his fire. But my second friend already there, Jerze, was "the little Polish kid from down the street." He was properly restrained, properly undernourished, and very properly religious.
Bolstered by our beer, the five of us prepared to enter the bathroom. We kept the lights off, but Sharon had managed to produce a lighted candle. We started chanting, "Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary..." but to no good end. Nothing happened. Not a single thing. But being of stouter stuff, we weren't the sort to call it quits. And so we tried again. But again to no avail. And so we exited the darkened bathroom, to enjoy a few more beers. And to thoroughly de-ride Sharon for her failed "parlor" game.
Well, after a few more beers, Dewayne suggested we try the "Bloody Mary" thing a second time. In part he wanted to try it again because he was one ever up for a prank, but mostly he was hoping for a second chance because his "super bright" college girl friend was getting ripped by us for "Bloody Mary" being such a hopeless fake.
With all in agreement for a second try, we went back into the bathroom. Sharon re-lighted her candle, and we got down to it. Only this time we didn't call on "Bloody Mary," rather we started calling on "Patience Worth." Why we happened to shift to "Patience Worth" from "Bloody Mary" I'm sure I don't remember. I only know that we did. And that after we switched to "Patience Worth" things began to happen!
From out of nowhere, Jerze began to scream! He screamed like somebody was pulling out his toes while an angry alley cat was clawing at his eyes! He tore his religious crucifix from about his neck and began to lash out with it, as though fighting for his very life. Then he bolted from the bathroom and ran out the front door, still screaming and flailing blindly with his crucifix. The four of us remaining behind just looked at one another, hardly believing what we had witnessed. Dewayne and Sharon departed, leaving Tony and myself to finish the beer. And to ponder what had come over "crazy" Jerze, the little Polish kid from down the street.
We never saw "crazy" Jerze again. His parents had taken him the very next day and placed him in a monastery. "Crazy" Jerze had become a monk.
Some years later, my buddy Tony received a letter from Jerze, the little Polish kid from down the street and who had become a monk. In his letter, Jerze claimed something very terrible had happened to him that night. He had been attacked by something in the mirror. Not by Patience Worth, not by "Bloody Mary", not by anyone or anything we had called up. Rather he had been attacked by the Devil himself. And that he had saved his mortal soul by fighting off the Old Scratch with the silver crucifix his mother always made him wear!
Karl K.
Butte, Montana
