The Creeps! || Book of Spooky Stories (COMPLETED ✔️)

32 ~ Nathan's Bloody Mary Experience

A/N: Since my feet are sore and I'm tired, have a shitty, chainmail post, quick read!

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One day I was on the computer, trying to find a few friends' MySpace accounts. Suddenly, my computer made a soft, most likely a notification, sound. I checked the box that popped up and saw it was an email. It was notorious chainmail, telling the story of Bloody Mary. At the end the email gae a warning that if the story wasn't forwarded to 20 people, Blood Mary would appear in your room that night to slit open your neck and wrists.

I wasn't amused by the email and just deleted it. I didn't even check which friend sent it to me. It didn't matter. Just regular old chainmail.

The next day, at school, I told my friend about the email. He just laughed it off, agreeing it was incredibly stupid. Later that evening, when he came over to my house, he even said we should play Bloody Mary. The email had sent him into spirits to have childish fun.

I said I didn't want to do it; nothing would happen, and a good movie was on. My friend teased me, calling me chicken, until finally I caved. It was just to shut him up.

As my friend walked into the bathroom, he chuckled out a, "Wish me luck." He turned the lights off then closed the door. I pressed my ear against said door and listened to his voice softly saying, "Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary..."

After chanting the ghost's name, it was silent. I just figured he was playing a joke on me, so walked away from the bathroom. He would come out when he grew bored.

Surprisingly, I lost track of time while continuing my movie. About 15 minutes later, I realized more time had passed than what should have. I slowly moved to the bathroom and knocked on the door loudly. When I got no reply, I knocked again, only harder. Still no reply.

Getting worried, I burst open the door. To my shock – and horror – I said my friend lying on the bathroom floor, bleeding! I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed 9-1-1. While I talked to the operator, I pressed towels to the cuts.

My friend was lucky enough that he got away with just bad lacerations on his wrists. He no longer will look in the bathroom mirror, especially alone. Ever since the incident, he's been in and out of mental institutions, trying to get help for the trauma he experienced that day. Even though he said it was Bloody Mary that did this to him, the doctors, therapists, and psychologists just wave it off as a delusion from his mind that persuaded him to suicide.

To this day, I'm the only person who knew what happened that day.