Pasta Stories

Maryanne 'Bloody Mary' Winchester

16 year old Maryanne Winchester sat at the dinner table with her father, she stirred her soup, the chunky red liquid seeming less and less appetizing by the second. Her dad glanced up at her and exhaled "Are you not feeling well Maryanne?" her father asked. His daughter merely shook her head, a meek sigh escaping her lips. Edward Winchester clapped twice, one of the maids scurrying in. Edward looked at the young woman then to his daughter "Elizabeth. Please Take Maryanne to her room for the night. She's feeling Ill." Almost as if on cue Maryanne coughed into her elbow, the soft area of her skin being splattered with a red liquid resembling the tomato soup she never ate.. Blood, again. 

Elizabeth only 18, two years older then the bosses daughter, was so accustomed to the girl doing this that she didn't even flinch at the display, she simply nodded "Of course Dr. Winchester. Miss, Are you ready?" she gently placed a hand on the brunettes shoulder and lead her up the large staircase to the second story, and all the way down the dark hallway to Maryanne's room, the walls of the hall covered in peeling wallpaper with portraits of family members who'd passed long before Edward had ever been born. Maryanne's room was in the back of the house as her father, the Doctor, was 'worried about her safety' but the brunette new better then that. He was embarrassed of the girl, she'd been sick her entire life, Her mother died giving birth to her... She knew her father loved her, but she also knew it was disgraceful for a doctors daughter to be such a medical disgrace. 

When they arrived at the quaint wooden door the green eyed girl said goodbye to her maid. Maryanne went to her drawers, pulling out a pale green silken nightgown with white lace lining all the trims of it, she laid it on her beds black sheets and slid out of her dress, undoing the lose corset around her waist, she never wore it tight, it would only make her health worse in the end. As the girl slid off the rest of her garments she slid into her nightgown, the green silk floated around her body. Then she started to cough again, blood splattered everywhere, all over her and her nightgown. She clutched her chest as she coughed harder. The girls vision blurred her and chest seemed to tighten before she dropped to the ground she writhed around on the ground desperate to catch her breath, she blacked out finally, going limp. 

Having still been close to the dreary bedroom Elizabeth heard the crash and hastily scuttled back to the room when she heard the thump of Maryanne falling, as she opened the door she saw the girl on the ground and ran to get the pale girls father. Edward rushed upstairs and scooped his blood covered daughter off the ground. He placed her on her bed, he placed two of his fingers on her neck, trying to feel a pulse, when he didn't he moved his hand to her wrist. When he realized there was still an absence of a pulse he felt a tear run down his face "She's dead" he declared quietly. He was unable to feel his very much living daughters faint pulse. The man ordered Elizabeth to dress his daughter for a burial that night, he kept a coffin in his basement sized for his daughter, knowing she was sick..

As he went out of the room to get things set up, Elizabeth went to Maryanne's drawers and pulled out a simple black dress with a white collar and the 'dead' girls undergarments and took the nightgown off the girl before washing the drying blood off her body, she dressed the girl in the undergarments before sliding the black dress on the corpse and clasping a silver cross necklace around her neck. She placed large black boots on the clammy girl and tied them right as Dr. Winchester walked into the room. He hurriedly picked up his daughter and brought her to the back yard, a hole was dug next to Mary's mothers grave an open coffin next to the hole. They placed the girl into the barren box. A pocket watch having belonged to the girls deceased mother was laid next to her and the end of a string was put into the box before the lid was nailed onto it. 

Edwards face was blank as they lowered his daughter into the grave, he had known this was coming, if anything he'd expected it to happen sooner. The other end of the string was tied to a bell on a post. One of the servants, Aaron Ronald, took a seat in the chair by the bell as they covered Maryanne's coffin with dirt. Unknowingly burying her alive. Everyone but Aaron went inside when they finished covering the grave.

Late that night though, Maryanne came too in a dark space, she didn't understand where she was and tried to sit up, head hitting the coffin hard and she was forced back down. She realized where she was. Maryanne searched around her for the string she knew should be in the grave and found it, yanking it as hard as she could, she felt it give away. It had snapped, She screamed out for help, and Aaron was asleep in the chair instead of watching. Maryanne thrashed violently, trying to claw through the wood, Nails getting stuck, a few at a time, as she tried to yank her hand free she let out a blood curdling scream of pain as her nails ripped from her fingers. Blood dripped from her raised hands onto her face and dress. She kicked her legs and clawed at the wood with her remaining nails. She felt her throat closing up from lack of air as the last of her nails tore from her skin. Finally she blacked out once more.. Bleeding out completely. 

Aaron woke up the next morning to see the broken bell string and panicked. He ran into the house to grab the Doctor and the two men returned with shovels, digging up the wood. They pulled out the coffin and pried into it. They both audibly gasped, Maryanne and the wood under her where soaked in her blood. Edward knelt by the body and noticed her missing nails. Then Aaron saw the inside lid and screamed. Maryanne's nails where so wedged into to the wood it was just proof how desperate she'd been to get out. Her Father turned to Aaron with a disgusted look. "You're fired. Everyone in that fucking house is fired." he cursed. Not caring that his workers had no where else to go, But Aaron went inside to tell the others while Edward sobbed over his child. 

After everyone had cleared the house Edward walked into the washroom, he looked at himself in the mirror as he set his lit candle on the counter by the shower basin. The mirror started to crack as he starred into it, His blue eyes seemed to turn green, fading into red as he looked in the mirror and a toothy wide grin followed suit as the glass cracked farther finally the demented bloody face of his daughter appeared. Maryanne's fist punched through the glass with ease and she spoke, voice deeper and practically echoing "Hello Father" Maryanne growled. Edwards eyes went wide "M-Maryanne" he stumbled over her name. 

Bloody Mary's hand reached through the mirror, hand holding the top of the other mans head. She grinned, candle light flickering and casting a dark shadow over Her face as she slammed her fathers head into the counter hard, his skull cracked on the corner of the marble and blood and brains splattered all over the room. Maryanne had a sick grin still, running her already bloody fingers through the blood on the counter and writing on the mirror 'Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary'

Edward Winchesters body was not found for weeks. An old servant had come by to pay respects about the deceased Maryanne, Only to find she hadn't been buried back, corpse still in the open coffin. So the woman had gone inside to talk to Edward, The rotting smell of corpse seemed to follow her inside and she gagged. She walked down the halls, seeing the open bathroom door, she flipped on the light and screamed. Flies and ants had come in through the open window, crawling around the bloody and disgusting corpse. The doctors face was twisted in a sick expression of pain. The tall woman ran out of the room, calling police who, unlike her, noticed the words on the mirror, knew that was the name the townsfolk had for the girl who'd died.. If her body hadn't still been in the coffin they would've said it was her.. But they couldn't. So know one was blamed, and the man was buried with his wife and daughter the next morning.

(What an upgrade story went from 231 words to 1505.. I'm really proud of this updated version of Miss Maryanne's story though ^^)