Winchesters Willow (A Supernatural Fan Fiction)

Bloody Mary

"Guys, you heard what happened to those people in the stories, let's just go to sleep." I laughed nervously and sat on the couch. It was dark, midnight, only a few flash lights my friends and I held.

Jessica laughed. "You believe she's real? DJ, Bloody Mary isn't real, I'll go in the bathroom right now, turn the flash light off, and say it three times to prove to you she's fake."

I swallowed hard. Sometimes my friends freak me out. "I-I think we should just go to sleep."

"You're such a wussy," Ella giggled.

Jessica walked into the bathroom and turned her flash light out. "Bloody Mary." She said once, trying not to laugh. "Bloody Mary," a second time.

I bit my lip.

"Bloody Mary." The third time.

Everything went silent.

The door swung open and Jessica ran at me yelling "She's in there!"

I screamed.

Ella high fived Jessica. "Ha! It's fake, we told you," Ella rolled her eyes.

"Let's go to sleep, please," I shook rapidly.

They nodded and we got in our sleeping bags. "I hated that." I muttered and fell asleep.

"Ahhhh! She's in the mirror! Help!" Jessica screamed.

Ella and I jumped and ran to the bathroom. Jessica had blood rolling down her checks from her eyes. I saw her in the mirror. Bloody Mary was clawing out her eyes.

"Can you tell me what you saw?" A police man asked me. I shook my head and silently cried. "No." I said plainly. "You wouldn't believe me."

He sighed, his tan fingers wiping sweat off his face. His brown hair blew slightly in the wind, covering his green eyes. "If you don't tell us anything, we can't help you."

I looked up at him. "D-do you believe in spirits?"

The police man rolled his eyes and said "No, and if you think that crap is real than you're crazy."

"Yea? Well screw you," I whispered then cried quietly, bringing my knees up to my face.

Ever since I left home, age 20, just a year ago, I've been doing awful on my own. I'm only 21 now. So, that gave me the opportunity to drink, which I might do a little more than I should.

"Hey, are you DJ?" I looked up, a man who looked just a little older than me walked up to me.

I nodded. "Did the cop over there send ya over since my attitude wasn't good?" I asked with a strong tone.

He shook his head. "No, I'm, uh, just here to ask some questions about what happened last night."

"Why?"

His brown styled hair stayed in place as a breeze blew my hair slightly. "To help you."

I sniffled, "Nobody can help me."

"Well I can, so tell me, what happened?" His green eyes focused in my blue eyes.

"My friend, Jessica Garcia, she didn't believe in- well, this legend-"

He sat next to me on the bench I had been on for at least an hour. I still don't know his name. "What legend?"

I looked straight at him, then the ground. "Bloody Mary," I muttered.

"Bloody Mary?" He asked. I nodded. "What did you see?"

"She was there, in the mirror, clawing at Jessica's eyes. Tearing them out, in such a perfect way. Blood everywhere. It was... Frightening"