Ideas and drabbles

This is actually a very old idea lol

mmm I gotta copy from both the notes on my phone and what I have written on my computer for all my old ideas lol

These were just the basis of the plot unlike the others 

I came up with this idea once in like fourth or second grade lol

We'll see what happens lol

-Bloody Mary makes a girl find her missing child

-Girl goes on quest to let Mary move on

-Mary gives girl gift

Just some quick writing up moments:

My stomach churned. I hadn't quite exactly expected this. This was just a friendly, fun sleepover. 

Of course, a sleepover wasn't a sleepover without going into the bathroom with the lights out, looking in the mirror, and chanting to Bloody Mary. It wasn't right to skip it. Even one person had to do it. Unfortunately, I was that person.

Did I believe in ghosts? I don't think so. I'd never had reason to. It wasn't the thought of Bloody Mary that scared me, per se. It was the darkness and the unknown. Yes, I knew it was just a bathroom. But the dark did that to a person. It made logic mostly fly out the window. It made the heart speed up and the eyes dart around, hoping to find some light.

I, thankfully, had a light. A small, melting candle, but a light nonetheless. However, it didn't quite make the dark mirror seem any scarier as I stared at it.

I gulped. Of course I knew the lore of Bloody Mary. Well, somewhat. Not really. Just like I'd never had reason to believe in ghosts, I'd never had reason to research about one of the most well-known, supposed ghosts. I just knew she was bloody. And named Mary. And that kids loved getting her attention in the middle of the night.

Gods, why had it been me? Why did my friends choose me to do this? Sure, it was my turn, but still. 

It would be fine. It had to be fine. There would be no ghost in the mirror.

Swallowing thickly, I opened my mouth, gaze locked on my dark reflection and the candlelight.

"Bloody Mary, I have your child." I hesitate, not liking the line. It felt like lying, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

I close my eyes, inhaling deeply. I was safe. There was nothing to lunge at me, to grab at my throat and pull me under. 

"Bloody Mary, I have your child." My eyes were closed, but even then it seemed like the light behind my eyelids flickered for a second. Had the temperature slightly dropped? No, surely not.

One more time.

"Bloody Mary, I have your child." I clench my eyes tightly, almost expecting something. After a moment of silence, I let out a breath, opening my eyes.

I stare at the mirror before shrugging. I turn to place my hand on the doorknob when suddenly--

The candle flickered. I could see my breath in front of me as the temperature dropped unexpectedly. I shivered, a strike of fear flashing through me. 

One moment that was it. 

One moment everything was only slightly off.

The next, hands were holding my collar, wrapping around my throat. They were old yet youthful and were bloodied. My eyes widen as pure, unadulterated fear envelopes me. I couldn't breathe. Not again. Not again. Red takes over my vision, and at first I think it's from my terror. No, it's not. It's from what's in front of me.

I'm being grasped from the mirror, staring at the face of a young woman that was scowling, a look of anger on her face.

"Where?! Where is he?!" Her voice echoes around, a hiss and a growl. Her eyes are a pulsing red and her hair floats up as if in water, glaring down at me from her hold. Her hands are tight around my throat, slick with someone's blood, "Where is my son?!"

Shock courses through me. No way. It was impossible that this person was who I thought she was. No way had I actually summoned a ghost. 

I tremble in her hold, gasping for breath. Somehow, I manage to wheeze out, "I-I don't know. I-I don't know who you are talking about."

Her eyes narrow, as if looking through me. The grip tightens, and I feel her nails dig into my neck. 

"Then you will pay for lying to me."

(I'd write more but I'm running out of steam rn lol)

(Good night everyone lol)

(nvm good morning)