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The Original Bloody Mary Story

THIS IS THE ORIGINAL BLOODY MARY STORY.

My friends and I were at my best friend's birthday party. We were playing truth or dare. Most of my friends were cruel to me, and I became sad and upset, but I didn't show it. I'm the kind of girl that keeps her emotions on the inside. I feel like I'm bragging when I talk about myself to others. Anyway, back to the story.

Of course, I was dared the worst dare EVER (to me, anyway). I was dared to summon Bloody Mary. As the chicken I am, I didn't want to. I said I would only go if someone else came with me. One of my friends, Lauren, came with me to the bathroom. She was a courageous girl who loved to do these kinds of things, but she had never done Bloody Mary. She was really excited. I was just standing in a little corner next to the mirror. Lauren saw that I really didn't want to do it. "Look, Jamie, every one knows this 'urban legend' is fake, so just do it! I'll be here anyway, so if anything happens, which it won't... I'll... keep you safe." "Um, yeah... FINE! I'll do it..." I was too scared to wimp out, so I did it to get it over and done with. Mind you it was 10:00 at night.

I walked in front of the mirror where Lauren was standing, waiting for me. She went to close and lock the door and turn off the lights, then came back. The bathroom was big, with lots of space. I'd never really come in here a lot, since we were at my friend's place for the party. Lauren quickly came back to the sink. "Ready?" she asked me quietly, in a whisper. "Okay, what do we count to again?" I was so scared I almost forgot what for. "We don't count, we say bloody Mary 3 times. Now, are you ready?" She asked again. "OK..." I really didn't want to do this, plus I was feeling sick. Ready to run to the toilet and start puking, we starting chanting. "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary." We both said.

The next few moments were the ones I'll never forget. It was just silence for a while, but then got, well, bloody. The bathroom was pitch black, but we started to see a light starting to shine behind us both. We both quickly turned our heads to see what was there. Nothing. We turned back to the mirror. The light was brighter. I turned back to see if we missed something before. Still nothing but a dark wall.

"HOLY FUCK!"

Lauren was screaming and shouting the loudest I've ever heard. I looked at her and her eyes were bleeding out. I looked at the mirror and there was a woman with sharp claws as hands scratching and clawing at Lauren's eyes. I was scared as fuck. I ran to the door to get out. I unlocked the door and ran out to find everyone sitting in the circle they were in when me and Lauren left. But something was different. Their eyes. Their eyes were all clawed out of their sockets and they were all bloodied up. All my friends slowly turned their heads towards me. I swear I was dreaming, but I wasn't, this was all true. "Jamie..." They all said in deep, ghastly voices. "You're next..."

I ran. I ran so far away from that house. My house was 30 minutes away from there, so I was probably half way back. I kept running. "You're next... You're next..." kept ringing in my mind. I just wanted it to stop, but it wouldn't. I thought about everything other than tonight, but nothing worked. The voices would just stay repeating the same damn thing over and over again through everything. After almost 2 hours of running and stopping at McDonald's for a large frappé, I finally got home. I was busting to pee, but I was too scared to go the the bathroom, dreading to see what might be there.

After 10 minutes of feeling like my stomach was about to blow up, I finally went to the bathroom. I walked in and turned on the light. Nothing suspicious. Okay, good... I pulled down my pants and undies and started to let it out. "Ahhhh-" While I was 'releasing', the lights turned out. Now I was really scared. I couldn't do anything about it. I was stuck on the toilet, peeing. Once I finished my business, I quickly got up and went to the sink to wash my hands. I washed my hands and looked up at the bathroom mirror. To my horror, there were words written with blood on the mirror.

"You're next, Jamie..." it read.