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"Call Bloody Mary.."..Those were the last words I remember telling my friend before he was taken away from me, from his family, from this world. Never again will I mock the supernatural, never again will I tamper with things not from this world. I got to get this down, as much as I can remember. Writing seems to have a way of making things less scary and ease the pain, is that natural? Anyway, lets start from the beginning, where I should have said 'no'..

   "A sleep over!" was all Billy Atkins had said to me as his hand was placed on my shoulder after school, I don't think I was paying much attention, me and my girlfriend Nayalie had gotten in an arguement and I was worried about our relationship.
  "Were juniors, doesn't that seem childish?" in truth I didn't care at the time.
  "With our girlfriends, dumbass. Your parents are gone for a week, I'm sure Nayalie is fine, c'mon" it seemed like a good idea at the time and I hadn't put much thought into it, so I agreed, total mistake.
  "Alright, fine. Tonight at 7, be at my house. I'm going to talk to Nayalie. I'll see you then" after that, school was normal. I spent all of lunch talking to Nayalie and we were ok again, she agreed to come.

Lets see, what happened next, it seems like after his death my memory has been trapped in a thick fog that won't lift from the depths of my mind. Oh yes, I think I remember. It was after school, I walked Nayalie home and we hung out for awhile while she packed up and got ready. Around six we stopped by the local movie store, I'm not sure what we got but I do know it was scary, because that's how she was. Its seven now, Billy and Emily arrived, they dropped their bags wherever and went straight to the kitchen; but lets cut out the middle man as they say and get to the important details before my memory becomes even more faded of this dreadful night. Ok so after the first movie, we were all huddled under like seven blankets and way to many pillows scattered under us all, this is where I should have stopped, should have suggested something else, anything else.
"Let's tell ghost stories!"
That's all she had to say, and we all agreed with complete enthusiasm. After a few, Nayalie had just finished one of the Bloody Mary stories which gave her another genious idea. Just for the record, I always told her that her love for ghost stories would get her in trouble one day. She dared Billy to Say Bloody Mary in the mirror and he agreed. So, grabbing several black candles because we had heard they were evil and an old pentagram that Nayalie had in her collection of ghostly things we set it all up and left Billy in the bathroom. It only took about five minutes before he came back out laughing. Claiming nothing had happened and he wasn't scared. The rest of the night went by like normal for awhile. We all fell asleep around three in the morning and I woke up an hour later to go to the bathroom, what I saw..I will never forget. As I opened the door their Bill hung, his neck was broken and he dangled only a few inches infront me, my feet were soaked in his warm sticky blood, eyes were torn straight out of their sockets, blood dripped from his eyes and onto his cut open chest like a shower after you turn it off. His mouth was bloody from the brutality and his togue being ripped off in a gruesome manner, I wish I could describe to you the sight I had to endure and now have branded in my head but I can't, no man could describe the imagery well enough. The way his neck bone poked out, how his eyes were slashed and torn open, the gashes on his chest as his heart laid on the floor in a puddle of his own blood and the veins, dangled out of chest and around his neck as he was strangled and hung by them. I'll never forget. On the mirror, in his blood were the words..
Remember My Curse
And I will, forever. The curse and legend of Bloody Mary. Some say when she kills you, your soul is forever trapped in the mirror, with her. Me? I say, wherever Billy's soul may be, its not at rest. I hope those who read this, take the words of Bloody Mary to heart, take this story, to heart and remember.  Some legends, should remain just that, legends and should never be proven.

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"Call Bloody Mary.."..Those were the last words I remember telling my friend before he was taken away from me, from his family, from this world. Never again will I mock the supernatural, never again will I tamper with things not from this world. I got to get this down, as much as I can remember. Writing seems to have a way of making things less scary and ease the pain, is that natural? Anyway, lets start from the beginning, where I should have said 'no'..

   "A sleep over!" was all Billy Atkins had said to me as his hand was placed on my shoulder after school, I don't think I was paying much attention, me and my girlfriend Nayalie had gotten in an arguement and I was worried about our relationship.
  "Were juniors, doesn't that seem childish?" in truth I didn't care at the time.
  "With our girlfriends, dumbass. Your parents are gone for a week, I'm sure Nayalie is fine, c'mon" it seemed like a good idea at the time and I hadn't put much thought into it, so I agreed, total mistake.
  "Alright, fine. Tonight at 7, be at my house. I'm going to talk to Nayalie. I'll see you then" after that, school was normal. I spent all of lunch talking to Nayalie and we were ok again, she agreed to come.

Lets see, what happened next, it seems like after his death my memory has been trapped in a thick fog that won't lift from the depths of my mind. Oh yes, I think I remember. It was after school, I walked Nayalie home and we hung out for awhile while she packed up and got ready. Around six we stopped by the local movie store, I'm not sure what we got but I do know it was scary, because that's how she was. Its seven now, Billy and Emily arrived, they dropped their bags wherever and went straight to the kitchen; but lets cut out the middle man as they say and get to the important details before my memory becomes even more faded of this dreadful night. Ok so after the first movie, we were all huddled under like seven blankets and way to many pillows scattered under us all, this is where I should have stopped, should have suggested something else, anything else.
"Let's tell ghost stories!"
That's all she had to say, and we all agreed with complete enthusiasm. After a few, Nayalie had just finished one of the Bloody Mary stories which gave her another genious idea. Just for the record, I always told her that her love for ghost stories would get her in trouble one day. She dared Billy to Say Bloody Mary in the mirror and he agreed. So, grabbing several black candles because we had heard they were evil and an old pentagram that Nayalie had in her collection of ghostly things we set it all up and left Billy in the bathroom. It only took about five minutes before he came back out laughing. Claiming nothing had happened and he wasn't scared. The rest of the night went by like normal for awhile. We all fell asleep around three in the morning and I woke up an hour later to go to the bathroom, what I saw..I will never forget. As I opened the door their Bill hung, his neck was broken and he dangled only a few inches infront me, my feet were soaked in his warm sticky blood, eyes were torn straight out of their sockets, blood dripped from his eyes and onto his cut open chest like a shower after you turn it off. His mouth was bloody from the brutality and his togue being ripped off in a gruesome manner, I wish I could describe to you the sight I had to endure and now have branded in my head but I can't, no man could describe the imagery well enough. The way his neck bone poked out, how his eyes were slashed and torn open, the gashes on his chest as his heart laid on the floor in a puddle of his own blood and the veins, dangled out of chest and around his neck as he was strangled and hung by them. I'll never forget. On the mirror, in his blood were the words..
Remember My Curse
And I will, forever. The curse and legend of Bloody Mary. Some say when she kills you, your soul is forever trapped in the mirror, with her. Me? I say, wherever Billy's soul may be, its not at rest. I hope those who read this, take the words of Bloody Mary to heart, take this story, to heart and remember.  Some legends, should remain just that, legends and should never be proven.