Ducks Are Scary

Chapter One: Scary Mary!

To begin with on the first chapter, let's do something... hmm... What category is this? It's not... real horror... nor is it comedy... well, I guess it's cliche, then. Enjoy cliche chapter 1: Scary Mary! Prepare to be scared to death! (I have to say that, because that's what cliche-authors-who-think-their-book-is-amazing say, and in this chapter, that is the person I am.)

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"And then...?" Macy gestured for me to continue.

"And THEN, he LOOKED at me. Girl, like he full on looked at me, and I was twirling my hair and looking all hot, and... wow. I know he likes me." I was gossiping with my friends, because I am an extremely popular 16 year old girl, and that is what extremely popular 16 year old girls do.

"OH MY GOD, YES HE DOES. OBVIOUSLY, BECAUSE YOU'RE HOT, AND SO IS HE!!! Personality has no meaning!" Andromena screamed happily.

"I suddenly have an idea that relates to gossip in no form whatsoever." I beamed.

"Ohh, what is it, Jessie?" Andromena smiled and leaned closer.

"We... should play..." I paused for a very dramatic effect. "BLOODY MARY!" The girls screamed. Then I screamed. That only caused them to scream louder, which caused my mom to scream, who then caused my dad to scream. My mom (still screaming) called my grandmother and grandfather, and that made them scream, which was heard by both of my neighbors who were now screaming, too. Pretty soon, the entire block was screaming, and even sooner, the entire city of Paris, Texas was screaming.

"BLOODY MARY?" The entire block screamed this in question.

"Bloody Mary, indeed... come on!" I grabbed my friends and dragged them out of my frilly pink room. It had a hot tub, a diamond chandelier, a jewelry box filled with more diamonds which came from Egypt, some of King Tut's old belongings, and more, yet not enough. God, my parents really abuse me. Why can't they actually BUY and GIVE me stuff? THIS is why I HATE my parents.

We walk into the bathroom.

"So...we light three candles, right?" asks Macy, holding a lighter above one of 7 candles.

"Indeed," I say, and we choose three red ones.

"LIGHT 'EM UP!" screams Andromena happily. 

"Up, up, up," I say.

"I'M ON FIRE!!!!!" yells Macy. Then we go back to candle-lighting.

"Ok, so let's do this...."

We light the three candles.

We chant "Bloody Mary" into the mirror, three times. Nothing happens, and we turn to leave.

"NOT SO FAST!"

We scream.

And we see a figure standing in the mirror, she has blood EVERYWHERE.

"Wh- who are y-you?"

"Well, I can't be Bloody Mary, now, can I?"

Then she grabs us, tears our eyes out, pushes us into the mirror, and we are dead.

AUTHOR NOTE: OMG, I EVEN SCARED *MYSELF*! Wow, I bet you guys were scared to death! (Again, I have to say that, because that's what cliche-authors-who-think-their-stories-are-amazing say.)

So, should the next chapter be...

1.) Another Cliche?

2.) A real, original horror?

3.) A comedy-horror? (Not like this chapter.)

4.) Something else? (explain)