Possessed by a Myth . Part one .

" I dare you to do it," Cathy said, staring at Abby. " You're not going to back away from a dare are you?" Abby bit her pierced bottom lip, then smiled. " Why of course not. Why would I? After all, you have to be in there too." " Wh-why would I have to be in there?" Cathy stared into Abby's eyes, with complete fear, this only made Abby laugh. " Well, how are you going to know if I actually do it or not? If you sit outside of the door, I can just easily fake it, and you would have no clue that I did. But if you are there, you will see me do it." Abby grabbed six candles from above the fridge, and a box of matches from her mothers purse. She walked into the bathroom, and lit the candles, making sure each one was spread far enough from each other.She turned around and had noticed Cathy was still in the Kitchen. " Cathy, are you coming?" There was no answer. Abby walked into the kitchen, and found Cathy shaking. " You're not scared are you? After all, you are the one who dared me to do this..." Abby's words lingered through the room. Cathy still remained silent. " Let's go Cathy, it probably wont even work. Besides, it is just a myth." Abby had tried to say this as calm as possible, and as reassuring as she could. Cathy looked at Abby, " You know you can pass, right?" Abby's eyes grew wide, " Yeah, I know. But I'd rather save my pass for something that I don't want to do. Now come on, nothing will happen to you, you're not the one summoning her, I am. " Cathy sighed, and slowly dragged herself into the bathroom, and sat on the side of the bath tub. Abby turned the lights out, and locked the door. She walked to the mirror, and placed her hands into the sink that she had filled with hot water. She spun in a complete circle, and splashed the mirror. She spun again, and splashed the mirror. She had done this again, once more. She opened her mouth and chanted her name. 

" Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, " She looked into the mirror, and stared at Cathy, who was silently crying. " Bloody Mary." Cathy looked into the mirror to see Abby's face. Just as their eyes met each others, Abby's face had gone pail when she had seen something move. Abby quickly turned and looked at the corner by the toilet. There was nothing there. She looked into the mirror, and there she was, Bloody Mary. " D-do you s-see her too? " Abby stuttered. Cathy shook her head, implying that she hadn't. Just then the each of the candles had begun to go out, one by one. The dark room had a breeze of cold air pass through Abby and Cathy. Abby could feel the hair on her arms stand. Cathy screamed as an arm plunged through her back and exited from her stomach. Blood splattering to the floor. Cathy tried to scream, but nothing came from her mouth, only the blood that she had begun to spit up. Abby watched as Cathy's lifeless body fell to the floor. Abby tried her hardest to scream, but there would be no point, her parents are out at the movie theater, and she was going to be killed in seconds. Abby jumped over Cathy's body, and ran to the door. She tried to open it, forgetting that she had locked it. She fumbled with the lock, but her shaking had made it impossible to twist it. Abby leaned her back to the door, and slowly slid down to the ground. She pulled her knees to her chest and began to cry. A females laughter had filled the room, and every few seconds it would get louder and louder. After about three minutes the laughter had turned to sobs.Once Abby had somewhat calmed down, she unlocked the door, and right as she was about to open it she was hit in the head, and she fell to the ground, knocking her out. 

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 Mary had been just like Abby when she was in school. There was only one thing that made Mary different from Abby, her father had abused and raped her when ever he had come home drunk, and extremely angry. Mary had always dressed different from the other girls. She never wore a dress, she would wear men's pants and men's shirts. She would stitch her pants to make then skin tight, and she would dye all of her clothing black. 1889 did not have any kind of metal of screamo, and if there were, the musicians would be burned or drowned. Mary spent her life practicing witch craft, and taking the glass from mirrors. She would use the glass to stop her dad from getting to her. She would break the glass and lay it around her bed. Her dad had learned of this the night he had come home more drunk than ever before. He broke her door down and ripped her out of her bed by her hair. He rubber her face in the glass, then through her down the stairs. He jumped over her body, and began to pound at her head. He brought her to the back of the house, and through her into a small wooded box, and nailed it shut. He dragged it towards a bunch of bushes, and begun to dig into the earth. Once the hole was deep enough to satisfy him, he pushed the box into the hole. " I've had enough of your bullshit, this is a better death for you, you wouldn't want to be burned at stake would you? Tell your bitch of a mother that she deserved to die as well. " He began to laugh as he filled the hole. Mary began to dig into the box, trying to set herself free. He finger tips began to bleed and her peel off. She tried to look for a hole to dig at, but her eyes had pieces of glass in them. Her breathing had begun to get heavy as the oxygen started to fade away. Marys life had began to slip away, so she had thought. " He will suffer, along with everyone else who says my name in vain. " About an half an hour later Mary's body had died. Her spirit has rose from the ground, and went through a window. Wondering through the house, she had found her father, laying her her bed with tears coming down his cheeks. She looked into his hands that held shards of glass. He put them to his wrist, and started to slit his wrists. A smile had crossed her lips as her father died. She looked into his hands, and grabbed the piece of mirror from his hand. She licked the blood off the glass, and had become blood craved.  Just then, she knew how she was going to get revenge. She was going to kill through the mirrors. But how?