New Bloody Mary Stories

[CeDeFiA]

My story takes place in July, the summer of 1976. My best friend at the time, whose name I will not disclose, was turning fifteen and her parents allowed her to have a slumber party to celebrate.

 

As teenagers are wont to do, we thought it would be fun to stay up all night and tell ghost stories, maybe have a seance, and even sneak out of the house and go walking through a graveyard. We told the ghost stories for about an hour then later had a seance. We tried calling up the usual spirits such as famous people, movie stars, etc. We even tried calling up the famous mirror ghost, 'Bloody Mary'.

 

Unsuccessful in our attempts at calling up spirits, we grew bored and discussed sneaking out of the house and walking down the road to the graveyard. In the end though, we decided against it out of fear of getting caught and having the party called off. Then someone jokingly said, "maybe we can call up Bloody Mary through the bathroom mirror, after all that's the way you are supposed to contact her anyway'. It sounded like scary fun so we all agreed to play the game of 'Bloody Mary'.

 

The first couple of us who played, nothing actually happened although it was scary enough just playing. Then came my best friend's turn. She went into the bathroom, shut the door, and turned out the light (this is part of the game.) A couple or three minutes later the rest of us heard a thump coming from the bathroom. We called to my friend but received no answer. Thinking she was trying to scare us, one of us went quietly over to the bathroom door and, thinking to catch her off guard, snatched it open. We found my friend on her knees, swaying back and forth as if in a trance or about to pass out. Someone asked her what'd happened but she didn't answer, she only stared into space.

 

We got her up and over to the bed and laid her down. She began to tremble violently. Large welts, about an inch each in length, began to appear on her face, neck, arms, and legs. By this time we were really scared, and though we tried talking calmly to her, it wasn't helping, for it seemed like the more we talked, the more violently she trembled. Then someone grabbed her student bible and placed it in her hands. She clutched it tightly, as if it were a lifeline or something. Finally the trembling began to subside and the welts began to fade until they were gone completely. My friend finally drifted off and slept peacefully the rest of the night.

 

Now there was some doubt as to whether or not she had scratched herself, therefore causing the welts to appear, in order to scare us. The doubts, however, were quickly dispelled the next morning when there was no evidence that the welts had ever even been there. We knew that if she'd scratched herself, there would've been some tell tale signs on her skin. There were none. My friend remembered nothing of what'd happened after she'd gone into the bathroom that night. Even so, she began to change after that. She began distancing herself from her friends, even I, and I was her best friend. She started getting into trouble at school until she was expelled completely. She would run away from home only to be brought back until she would run away again. This happened several times before her parents decided to have her sent to reform school, (as it was called in those days.) Even after serving her time and being released, she would continue to run away from home. She had never done any of this before that night.

 

Though she and I would still talk on occasion, we were never very close again, and the events of that night were never brought up. Some months, maybe even a year later, She and her family moved to Brunswick, Ga. We lost touch completely after that. I can only hope that whatever had invaded her that night has finally released her from it's clutches and she is living a normal, happy life...

 

-Unsigned.

 

My name is Sammy (short for Samantha!) I'm 19 years old, and my younger sister aged 13 asked me to share her experience with you. I was with her at the time, so I know exactly what happened. Before I begin, this story is 100% true!!!

The other day, my sister had been in the shower, and was dried off and getting ready to leave the bathroom, when she saw the mirror all misted up. Of course, she thought it was because she had had a shower. I was waiting to get in the bath, and Sarah had the door open. As she wiped the mirror, she saw a face staring back at her, and her reflection was NOT in the mirror. The face was bleeding, and had black hair. The skin was a whitish-grey. As soon as Sarah saw it, she screamed her lungs out! I grabbed her hand and ran for the lounge, by this time, my poor sister was in floods of tears! She asked me what it was, and I said that I didn't know. We went back to see if it had gone. We looked in the mirror, and it had gone! I sensed that whatever it was, was still here somewhere. I was right, we went in to my room, and there it was sitting on the windowsill! We both screamed, and we couldn't run, as we were frozen with fright!

 

Then we noticed this apparition was a woman, and she pulled something out of her pocket, it looked like a medieval knife of some sort, but it was VERY sharp! Sarah had gone, and it was just me by myself with this thing. As it got closer, I was shaking, and suddenly everything went black, and I passed out.

 

When I came round, I found Sarah turning around three times, while chanting "Bloody Mary, GO AWAY!!" I thought she had gone crazy with shock or something, but the "thing" just went after that! Sarah was still in shock. But she showed me a book on "Kings and Queens of England and Scotland" And the page had Mary Queen of Scots in it, and it looked almost exactly like the ghost. I asked Sarah if she had done Bloody Mary that day, but she said no, and that she didn't believe in ghosts until now! We haven't seen anything spooky since then, but we are still careful when we go in to the bathroom!

 

 

I feel like it’s time to talk about my own “Bloody Mary” experience. It almost seems like too much of a build up, but here goes: I was ten years old and my friend and I were having a sleep over. After gossiping about every boy in school, we got bored, and we started talking about our favorite horror movies. When that got us thoroughly freaked, we tried to come up with things we could do that would freak us out more. I would pretend I could hear someone knocking on the door on my back patio. (my whole back yard was forest, so this was particularly creepy) My friend kept on pretending she’d hear someone coming down the stairs (my bedroom was on the bottom floor of my house, so being in the basement, pretending someone was coming down the stairs, was really scary even if it sounds silly) Then I remembered Bloody Mary and we both squealed appropriately and I got the candles. Of course, the candles were actually fake, my parents wouldn’t trust me with real fire in my room, but even the fake ones served their purpose. We went into the bathroom and switched on the candles. I decided to be the brave one and I spun in circles a little more than three times, but we were giggling at this point, so the dizzier the better. We both went to the mirror, and I said, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary. I couldn’t focus, I was so dizzy, so I asked my friend if she saw anything. She said no. And then…in the reflection of the mirror we both saw the window that faced my backyard, and there, staring at us from outside, was a girl with her hands plastered on the window, her mouth was open like she was screaming. We screamed and ran as fast as we could up the stairs to my parent’s room, waking them up and quite frankly, pissing them off. But we wanted my dad to go check it out. When he went down there, there was no girl, no nothing. We didn’t sleep a wink that night and to be honest I didn’t sleep for a week after, I kept the curtains down and put earplugs in my ears. But that moment has stuck with me forever.

 

One day me and my niece, amanda, heard about the bloody mary, mary worth myth. So i being the daring one i went in the bathroom alone the first coupe of times. After a few tries nothing happend. So when we got home we decided to do that in the bathroom downstairs while one of us was by the light switch and the other was by the mirror saying mary worth. and i was sorta being stupid and trying to make her mad. usually stuff happend when i was by the switch..anyways i was makin her mad and then i saw a white shadow and then she struck me with a ping-pong ball that i left in the bathroom..she did that about 5 times..and then she closed the lid of the toilet and she threw a shell at me, and the soap..and when it was my turn for saying it in the mirror someone touched my back..it was sorta scary i would say..i would scream my head off..but it was all good. i kinda liked the experience of meeting with a ghost. and i hope that i do meet a ghost in the future but not by playing this game.

 

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[The Slime Lord]

You could have posted in the other one seeing as the last post was from yesterday. :/