Bloody Mary

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Emily

You know…I really, really, hate this game, Truth or Dare. It’s stupid, and for desperate people that have no lives. So I guess that I have no life…because, usually, I’m the one that starts it. But…that doesn’t mean that I have to like it. In fact…right now at this very moment…I hate it.

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Matt

The hallway is dark, and crowded, two girls and one boy sneak through the house…whispering and hushing filling the silent air. It all started with this game…Only three are daring enough to actually do it. Slight giggling is heard from one, until they reach the bathroom…all goes quite…and the house whispers its own ghostly chants. I almost pissed my pants…

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Carolyn

I wish it wasn’t so dark tonight…sweat…the nasty cold stuff…is soaking my t-shirt. Matt is holding onto my hand…our only life-line. Still, I can hear the whispers…even though they do not exist. Standing outside the bathroom door isn’t helping our current situation… So I tug Matt’s arm…nothing to be afraid of…right…yeah…whatever.

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Emily

Dark…it’s dark…too dark… I’m afraid. How come they get to hold hands? Lucky people… so I reserve and play-per-tend that my huge baggy sweater is someone. My latest boy…Seth Culling…

“Come on Emily…”

Stupid’s…they just don’t get that this is for real…living in some stupid fantasy world. Oh yeah, let’s just go talk to a damn mirror…nothing will happen…yeah…

So we enter that bathroom…I’m scared…I hold my sweatshirt tighter…

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Carolyn

So…we’re finally here…weird….I don’t know why…but I am really nervous…it’s not like anything is going to jump out of the mirror…I’m still scared…I think I might Break Matt’s hand…

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Matt

I think she just sprained my wrist. But I could care less…this is dark… Oh, here it comes; the mirror…Carolyn is going to talk. I refuse…and Emily is standing right behind me, grasping her shirt like a life line. I guess I would be too if I didn’t have Carolyn…

Men aren’t supposed to be scared…I guess I need to take a few more steps before I enter manliness…

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Carolyn

Well, here it comes… I shake, and I feel Matt’s arm straining in my palm…he’s shaking…or maybe it’s just me….

“Come on Carolyn…let’s just get it over with…”

Emily is praying…she looks like her bladder might explode at any second if I don’t hurry up. Better get it over with…

“Bloody. Mary”

Once…

“Bloody Mary…”

This one comes out clearer...

Twice…only ten more…oh I’m so happy, the sarcasm is rolling off of my tongue.

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary…Bloody Mary…”

I think that’s eight times…oh only five…so I say it three more times…

Two more times to go…

“Come on Carolyn….nothing will happen, just get it over with so we can go back into the room…”

Emily’s eyes look bloodshot…she must really be freaked out…

“Bloody Mary…”

One more time, my heart is pounding in my chest; anxiety is dripping down my chin, sweating out my pores…

Okay, no sweat, looking at Matt, he gives me a spur of the moment kiss and Emily just stares…she’s off somewhere in her head…

“Bloody…”

Hesitation…ugh, I hate that; I don’t want to say it. Matt looks at me and holds my hand.

“Carolyn, it’s fine, nothing will happen…”

“Okay…”

I say in a meek voice…the sooner I say it, the better…

“Bloody Mary…”

Finally…it’s done, and we look at the mirror.. Matt stares and Emily faints, I smile not seeing anything…until I look…into the glass

“Hello…"

"You called for me?”

Kristina E. Anderson