Bloody Mary Experience
I had heard it all.
"Dude, don't waste your time."
"Are you kidding? Mr.Creepypasta, she simply doesn't exist."
I just have one thing to say.
"Prove it."
Always, that was my reaction.
"Prove it."
Until one night, one bored night. I got... curious. I still, three weeks from then wish I hadn't. This is how it happened, what happened, and all things after.
I sat on the sofa in my room, playing Borderlands 2 with three of my best friends. Our hours of ranting and leveling up eventually came to the subject of Bloody Mary. Tanner was the only one willing to accept the fact that it was possible. Even I doubted it. A lady in a mirror? Killing me with an axe? Mhm, not likely. But, me being myself. I needed to know. Not knowing scared me more than seeing it with my own two eyes it seemed.
I turned off my Xbox 360, grabbed a candle, walked in to my restroom and turned out all of the lights on the way there. It was pitch black, I couldn't even see my own hand inches away from my face. Darkness. My heart was calm though, as I wasn't terrified of the dark. I took a match and lit the candle, soon after looking around the room and placing it on the counter top. I ran the water, only turning the hot water on. I rubbed my eyes, and I even began a slow and steady spin. I began to say.
"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."
Thirteen grueling times. Eyes still closed I stopped after saying the name the thirteenth time. I opened them, I was facing away from the mirror. The room seemed darker, than it was before the chants.
"All good so far." I said aloud.
I ran my hand under the running water. It was cold. Either the water temperature had changed or I instantly just became super human. I went with the first one. Now, satisfied with my failure. I blew out the candle. This however, was my potential downfall. I grabbed the door knob and gave it a twist, nothing. It was locked up. Knowing that my doors lock from the outside, I knocked.
"Hey open the door."
No one answered. Three people where in my house at this time. Jenna, my girlfriend of two years. Austin, and Tanner. My two best friends. This was unsettling. Seeing as tanner and Austin where inside the next room.
"Tanner! Open the damn door. I'm no longer willing to screw around with this shit, so open please?"
Not a single response. I was dumbfounded.
"What have you gotten yourself in too."
I whispered under my breath, it was at this point where my heart started pounding. I turned away from the door facing the mirror. This is where it got.... well, terrifying. In the mirror. Instead of myself stood a black figure. I jumped back, hitting my head against the door. I bellowed out, slipping on the floor rug. I hit the ground like a ton of bricks, knocking the air out of my lungs. I could only see the dark figure, standing over me like a heroine figure, ready to strike down his opponent. I dug my hand down in to my pocket scrounging for one last match.
I fondled the match book around in my hands, ripping nearly every match in attempt to grab just one. Sheer terror had set in, my breaths grew shallow, I took my eyes off it for just a second to rip the match down the ignition strip, when I looked up...
The figure no longer stood harmlessly in the mirror, it was in the middle of the room, inches from my feet. I found my eyes wandering up and down the shadow, I couldn't move away I couldn't blink I couldn't think. So I did what I shouldn't have done. I spoke.
"I can't believe it.."
The figure keeled down and got really close to my face, its cold breath made my face numb. I waited for a voice, a demonic one. I was anticipating every ghost voice I've ever read about but what I heard was unlike any other my ears have ever heard... I shut my eyes fearing the next few seconds.
"Believe."
I opened my eyes, only to see myself standing in front of the mirror holding a burnt out candle and...
a spent match.
Credited to Mr.Creepypasta12345
Originally uploaded on October 3, 2012
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