bloody mary

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It echo-ed in the shell of an abandoned home. The rusty tap wept lonely for decades sobbing, dancing in a sequence of 3's.

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Darkness suffocated the land, silence pierced. A small compact little house suitable for the accommodation of one lonesome person, cobwebs decorated the walls while clinging onto the ceiling like a bat. Even the sound of the place endues little goosebumps followed but a shiver, the kind of darkness that makes u hallucinate darkest fears. In the middle of the wall hung a mirror, old and outdated, dust had been cradling it for years, well the remains at least. Stains of blood terrorized the mirror, shards as fine as glitter dusted the floor making it a hazard to enter. It was like a warning to any lone soul seeking an adventure. The surroundings drained of colour, splashes of rust smothered the pipes. Old furniture stood still, frozen in time.

Steve stood silently admiring the scene. Fear crept up on him steadily, latching on his back like an unwanted hug. Chills circled him; his eyes inspected every little element adjusting to the darkness. By the mirror lay a set of used candles, wax stuck like cement to the sink below the mirror. Without a single thought he ripped the candle off the sink, each wax attachment crackled louder than thunder. Without a doubt he pulled out his match box, stroked a match against the rough side of the box. The flame danced like an angel in the night. The flame cradled the wick and illuminated every detail of the room.

Gasoline poured onto the spark of fear in his belly, adrenaline flooded his system, it pumped and beat like it tried to escape. Eyes widened with fear. He had a hunch to run for the hills but fear pinned him down paralyzing any thought of flight. Clenching his fists, he hesitantly took each step, his knees trembled of trying to resist movement, fighting the impulse to sprint. The fear had finally engulfed him.

Blood painted the walls and floor like a decorative statement, scratch marks engraved the walls like a caged animal trying to escape. A half-burned note laid peacefully at rest in the blood dyed sink. Steve buried himself in the paper, struggling to understand the meaning.

the mirr'r shalt det'rmin thy fate

Bloody Marry

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

shouldst blood draineth 'r joyous aft'r all

this shalt setteth thee free

Standing there mesmerized Steve couldn't translate the passage, however he recognized the name Bloody Marry. Fear completely froze him now. He too was stuck in her curse.

"this shalt setteh thee free?" the thought puzzled his mind. A blanket of dust protecting its deadly intension was the only obstacle in the way of Steve performing the last song of words to ever leave his lips. 5 minutes passed of hard contemplation, the fear slowly started to fall off him, de-attaching its demon claws which sunk into him like a predator. Clutching his candle, he breathed in as much air humanly possible in bravery. He unknowingly chanted the words like bloody marry herself possessed him. Steve was an unvoluntary puppet, used as a source for Blood Mary to claim yet another lonesome soul.

"Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary..

Bloody .... Mary"

Lifting his head, he opened his eyes... his reflection glared at him, a furnace of pain. blood trailed down from his sorrowful eyes to his cheek. The sound of his lifeless body hit the ground, never to resurrect. If only Steve carried on with his adventures, his soul wouldn't be trapped for eternity inside the mirror screaming for ever more.

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