Bloody Mary

Chapter 1 - What The Hell is Going On?

My heart sank as the days went on, not knowing how the blood lined floor gave any clues to how it happened and the smell of death and stale blood still lingering in the bathroom. Sitting on the big brown chair that had hardened over the years my dad sat in it I wondered and then the doctor walked in. He smelt of cleanliness and there was a soft touch to his voice as he started explaining the cause of death.

“We think that the cause of his death was from a stroke, now we don’t know how sever it might have been or how this could happen but I’m sure we will find some answers.”

“Were there any signs of this happening?” Becca asked

“No the most that we know is that his eyes ruptured and the main cause that we think that can do this is a stroke.”

“Thank you doctor” Becca said with a small smile and lead him do the door.

“It was my fault.” I whispered to myself.

“Goodbye!” Becca yelled out the door to the doctor. “Did you say something?”

“No.” I replied quickly, I shuddered at what I was thinking.

“The bastard probably doesn’t know what he’s talking about” Becca said reaching over and lighting a cigarette.

“Just because they made an assumption on what the cause of death was doesn’t mean they don’t know what they’re talking about” I felt a cold breeze and stopped. “You left the door open bitch!” I yelled at Becca. And as I walked past the mirror in the hall it caught my eye. The woman in black was behind me and the smell of blood returned. I turned around and Becca yelled.

“I though you said you were going to close the door”

“I am” I said quietly, as the smell of blood faded. “I’m going to the library”

“Fine, bring food home when you come back!” She yelled as I walked out the door.

I couldn’t help but feel as though there was something following me. Shadows moving in the corner of my eye and strange smells of rotting animals and freshly cut grass. I started running as the air started getting colder and colder and large dark clouds started to form above my head. Thunder soon followed just as I made it into the library. The library was a safe place dull and dusty, with a strong smell of old books and old people. I walked quietly along the dark grey floor as people stared at me from left to right. I found the first computer and started researching.

“A girl named Mary was murdered in front of a mirror, the detectives on the case say they have no found the culprit but they believe that her eyes were surgically removed by a professional.” I whispered to myself.

I started to get odd looks from people close by as though the had all heard what I had said to myself. A small lady started walking towards me, her grey hair and oddly shaped glasses reminded me of my grandmother and as she got closer I could smell cherries.

“Would you like any help finding a book?” She asked in a petit voice.

“Yes actually, do you have any books on local legends and myths.”

“Ah yes if you would just follow me I will take you to the section which you would find most helpful.”

“Thank you” I replied and as I slowly followed her I smell of cherries became stronger.

“We do have a few of them, which myth are you trying to find information about?” She said smiling.

“The myth of Bloody Mary.”

The old lady turned and stared at me pale as though she had just seen a ghost. I started to think that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to ask the librarian about Bloody Mary and just stuck to saying something about how I wanted to learn about myths. The look on her face was deathly and a blank. She soon regained her strength and pointed towards a small section of books on the wall.

“All the myths and legends are there” She said quietly and walked away in a hurry. The smell of cherries dissipating slowly with every one of her footsteps.

The books were old and covered in dust, as though they had not been looked or even touched in a few years. I looked at the cover of the first book. It was bound in leather and the title was in gold and fading. As I opened it I coughed as all the dust flew into the air and the smell of old books and lemon hit me.

Two hours had passed and I still hadn’t found a myth or legend of Bloody Mary. My stomach started growling with hunger and I could smell the soft melted cheese on a newly made and cooked pizza. As I stared at the page I realized it was time, my hunger urging me to leave. Phone starting to vibrate along the table with my sisters face on the screen and in dismay I answered.

“What do you want?” I asked hastily

“Hurry up and come home with food!”

“But…”

Before I had a chance to explain she had hung up in me. I closed the leather bound book and placed it into its allocated place in the bookshelf. A book fell onto the floor opening and releases another large amount of dust into the air. I reached down to close the book and on the page was a myth, a myth about Bloody Mary.