When she was born, Ellie and her parents moved into this house. Ellie had always been a strange child. She talked to herself a lot. At five years old, something happened. Ellie was talking to a little girl. Meanwhile, her father was going crazy and...
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3rd P.O.V
In the corridor, up the stairs, Ellie, Sam and Dean walked in front of a mirror and turned at a corner. They entered a bathroom where blood was still splattered on the ground.
"The Bloody Mary legend..." Sam started. "Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?"
"Not that I know of." Dean said.
Ellie shook her head and bent down, examining the blood.
"I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it." Sam continued.
"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Ellie said.
Dean shrugged.
"The place where the legend began?" Sam asked. "But according to the legend, the person who says B-" Sam cut himself off as he looked at the pharmacy mirror. He closed it before he started to speak again. "The person who says you know what gets it. But here–"
"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean nodded.
"Right." Ellie also nodded. "Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out."
"It's worth checking in to." Sam mused.
In the hallway, a woman appeared. The three tried to get to the door to know who it was. It was one of Donna's friend from downstairs.
Busted!
Ellie sighed to herself and shook her head. Hearing voices, way to make her feel like a crazy person. She really needed to find a way to reach her doctor for her pills.
"What are you doing up here?" The girl, Charlie, asked the three intruders.
"We-we, had to go to the bathroom." Dean quickly came up with a lie. Shitty lie, might I add.
"Who are you?" Charlie asked.
"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." Dean persisted.
"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself." Charlie countered.
She really wouldn't budge.
"No, I know, I meant–"
"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that?" Charlie cut Dean off. "So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming."
"All right, all right." Sam stopped her. "We think something happened to Donna's dad."
"Yeah, a stroke."
"That's not a sign of a typical stroke." Ellie explained. "We think it might be something else."
