It was when was around ten or even younger. My older sister, Denise and I were sitting in my bedroom before we went to sleep. Denise asked me, ''Have you heard of Bloody Mary before?''
I replied,''Yes. It's all nonsense.''
However she said, ''But it isn't. Let's try it. Come on,''
''I'm telling you half of it is lies,'' I said. In the end I brought up my courage and stood in front of the mirror next to Denise.
''Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary,'' we mumbled together. The room went dead silent. The clock stopped ticking. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind was thrown into the room from the window.
I turned around to the door and suddenly saw a figure. It was quite slim and wore a white dress stained in blood. Her hair was black and stringy. She had scars and scratches all over her arms, legs and face. I let out a gasp as my sister clutched hold of me tightly. The figure slowly walked over to us swinging her arms. We screamed as we hid under the bed covers. Just then, when we looked up and suddenly the figure had vanished into thin air.
We sat up and heard a short giggling sound from behind the door. My sister went to look and saw her friend Louise taking off a blood strained dress and laughing. I gave her a look of angriness as I turned back to go into my bedroom.
Suddenly I saw the same figure but hovering and then...