- Bloody Mary Urban Legend
November 12, 2005
Many people have always believed in Bloody Mary. But from the experience my friends and I had with Bloody Mary, we will never forget. We went in the bathroom we thought we could document it on my cell. We started out with all of our names on the recording part of my cell. Then we did the original by saying Bloody Mary 3 times, while staring into the mirror. As soon as Kay said the last Bloody Mary my cell turned off. Now we are scared to go into the bathroom. And the weirdest thing about the whole ordeal is that my phone erased the recording of us saying Bloody Mary. I guess we will never know what really happened in the mirror?
Jackie
Fountain, Colorado 80817
- SCARFACE BLOODY MARY
November 14, 2005
It was on a Saturday night when I had a sleep over with my cheerleading friends. All of us were watching urban legends Bloody Mary when Amanda one of my friends dared all of us to go in the bathroom and say Bloody Mary 13 times. Well we did. When we were on the 13th time we saw scarface Bloody Mary. We all got scared so we turned on the lights and talked about it for the rest of the night and every day at school. We still talk about if Bloody Mary really lived in whatever state or if she died at the age of 17 at the prom dance with her boyfriend. We still worried if she haunts people that were a part of the night she died well that's my story for now by everybody she is coming for you, watch out BOO!
Ashley houseweart
Machesney Park, Illinois
- How Bloody Mary Got Put In Her Mirror
November 14, 2005
Bloody Mary was a witch who lived a long time ago. She lived in a cardboard box, somewhere in Massachusetts, just like a homeless woman. Some very bad men tried to steal her cauldron, thinking it was really a pot of gold, and when she resisted they cut her face real bad. Then they burned the cardboard box she was living in, while she was still inside. That's when Bloody Mary died. The only thing that didn't get burned up with Bloody Mary was her most treasured possession, the make-up mirror her mother had given her as a little girl. Later, some craftsman found the mirror, all charred and blackened but still suitable for use. He cut it up and put a small piece of it into the exact center of each of a bunch of mirrors he was then making, thinking it would look cool. These mirrors were then sold all around the country, and even all around the world. That is why you can sometimes see Bloody Mary in the mirror. Or rather Bloody Mary's burned reflection, it being trapped forever in her mirror. She hates fire and candles, and so gets angry when she sees one.
I would never dare call Bloody Mary! Not for anything! No way!
Shauna K.
Lemmon Valley, Nevada
- Bloody Mary - Don't Try This At Home!
November 17, 2005
*Disclaimer - "Now, you KNOW the story below just ain't true! Read on...."
My best friend's mom got lost in a graveyard when she was little, like three years old, and after stumbling around in the dark and crying pitifully fell fast asleep, an old wine bottle for her pillow, directly atop "Bloody Mary's" grave or at least that's what the headstone read: "Here Lies Bloody Mary" (The Mirror Witch). And my friend's mom got haunted for her sacrilege, for having slept at midnight over Bloody Mary's grave, so much so that she grew up totally demented and was eventually driven criminally insane.
I went to my friend's house for a sleep-over (while her totally demented mom wasn't yet in the crazy house but was still allowed at home, as long as she was kept in her straight jacket and with that popsicle stick-thing in her mouth so that she wouldn't bite off her tongue) and we spent the night in her room. But there was a black-out and we had to light a candle (a black one 'cause it was all we had). Then we heard crying and looked in the bathroom, and we saw several freshly severed heads hanging from the ceiling by their hair, dripping blood and their lips still moving and saying, "help me!" So we shut the door and locked it with a chair. But exactly at midnight, the bathroom door opened, and we saw this girl with piggish red eyes and knotted green hair. She was licking the blood off her butcher knife and coming toward us. So we jumped out of bed and tried to run, but we had forgotten how. That's how scared we were! But thankfully we still knew how to crawl. So just like little babies, we crawled to her mom's room. But her mother wasn't there (which was very strange as she was usually kept tied to her bed), then we crawled down the stairs to the kitchen to hide. But in the kitchen we found a bloody note that looked like it had been written by someone wearing a straight jacket and holding the pencil in her teeth. The bloody note read, "went for help, be back soon. HIDE!" The note was signed, "your no longer totally demented mother." So we decided to call the police, but the phone was out. We thought then to run away, to go to our other friend's house, but then we remembered we had forgotten how to run. And besides, we didn't want to get busted for curfew, so we just stayed in the kitchen, eating ice cream and crying and stuff. When we had finished all the ice cream, we trudged sadly back upstairs, more than certain we were about to be murdered in our sleep and our amputated heads suspended from the ceiling. But luckily for us we weren't, as Bloody Mary was nowhere to be seen. We decided she had returned to her inside the mirror world of madness, ghosts and dripping blood, but we didn't know for sure. With neither of us caring to have our heads cut off in our sleep, my friend and I sprinkled peanut shells all around our bed, so that if Bloody Mary returned to sneak upon us we would hear them being crunched underfoot. After telling ghost stories, we fell asleep, only to be rudely wakened a little while later when we heard crunching footsteps coming towards us! Our hearts were pounding as we hid under the covers! And then we heard someone eating the peanuts from the bag we had left on the nightstand, and that same someone saying (in a very sinister dead witch's voice), "I wish I had some blood to drink." We don't know how long we hid shivering in our bed, while Bloody Mary devoured our snacks and wished for blood to drink, but it seemed forever! Then after what must have been a very long time, Bloody Mary walked away, crunching peanut shells with every step. But my friend and I didn't dare move. We just hid shivering beneath our blankets. Then we heard a rooster crowing. Thinking it to be dawn and that we were safe, we peeked out. We thanked our lucky stars we were alone. The chair was yet locking the bathroom door. Had we only dreamed of Bloody Mary and being murdered and our heads cut off? But then we saw the peanut shells, clearly crushed by heavy, bloody step! And the bag of peanuts on the nightstand, torn and empty and with bloody fingerprints!
Anabef
Peabody, Massachusetts
