Just A Legend

Roberta 'Bobbie' Rowe is not the kind of person who believes in ghosts. A Halloween dare at her ridiculously spooky boarding school is no big deal, especially when her best friend Naya and cute local boy Caine agree to join in too. They are ordered to summon the legendary ghost of Bloody Mary: say her name five times in front of a candlelit mirror, and she shall appear... But, surprise surprise, nothing happens. Or does it?
Next morning, Bobbie finds a message on her bathroom mirror - five days - but what does it mean? And who left it there? Things get increasingly weird and more terrifying for Bobbie and Naya, until it becomes all too clear that Bloody Mary was indeed called from the afterlife that night, and she is definitely not a friendly ghost. Bobbie, Naya and Caine are now in a race against time before their five days are up and Mary comes for them, as she has come for countless others before... A truly spine-chilling yet witty horror from shortlisted 'Queen of Teen' author

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7. November 5th: In The Dead of The Night.

     Naya stood in the middle of a room, as frozen as she was astonished. Bobbie was still alive, but barely. Mary had taken over her soul, but had not yet killed her. Bobbie's hands were tied together, as well as her ankles, as she hung from the board that kept her stationary. Naya knew she could still save herself and Bobbie, but she didn't quite know how. She looked to every corner for an answer, but found none. None of the girls would talk to her, but they didn't have a tongue to talk with, either. Mary had cut them out because all they ever did was scream.
     Naya heard the whimpers of a girl, who sounded as if she was around her age. Upon Naya following the sounds, she found the girl, who seemed to be only around seven; this broke Naya's heart in a million different ways.
     "Sweetie, are you alright?" Naya asks the young girl, kneeling down to sit beside her.
     The girl had not yet been found by Mary, so she was still able to speak. "I remember doing this chant that my brother dared me to do, and now I'm here. Where am I?"
     Naya nearly cries at the thought of that poor, innocent, and defenseless little girl becoming Mary's next victim. "This is Hell. I can help you escape, if you'd like."
     The girl begins to smile for the first time. "Really?"
     "I promise. What's your name?"
     She wipes away at her nose and eyes, sniffling. "Elizabeth."
     "Elizabeth, I'm Naya. We'll get through this together. I promise," she says, making Elizabeth nod, and stand on her feet.
     Naya had taken Elizabeth with her to go and find Bobbie, seeing as she had forgotten where she was. Upon finding the room, she noticed that it was at capacity with the lifeless girls and Mary. She and Elizabeth waited along the edges of the crumbled away brick, peering down at the girls, remaining as silent as humanly plausible.
     Mary laughs. "I have gone over, under, through, and around, but yet, she remains invisible to me. I cannot find her, but maybe this girl-" she says, pressing the edge of her dagger into Bobbie's cheek, " can."
     Naya begins to get her hopes as she wishfully thinks that Mary will release Bobbie, but she is painfully mistaken. Mary pulls up her right hand high into the air above her head, dagger in hand, and pulls it back down, jabbing it deep into Bobbie's chest. Naya gasps from shock, as she did not expect that. Suddenly, before she could control what she was doing, tears begin to fall from her eyes and down her cheeks. Elizabeth begins to push on Naya's shoulder, begging her to hurry as Mary had spotted them and had began making her way toward them. Naya notices and stands up hurriedly, taking Elizabeth's hand and running away.
     And that's when realization hit Naya so hard that it caused her to stumble backwards a few steps. "Of course," she mumbled to herself. "I'm such an idiot."
     She took Elizabeth's hand in hers again and began running at full speed to the lake she had seen before. She had tried to find an easy way out earlier, even trying the way she came in, but nothing worked. She realized that the only way out, is through a different portal than the one before: the lake.
     As they neared the edge of the lake, Mary was still miles behind them and she began to scream. Mary knew that they had found a way to escape, and that they were going to make it out.
     "No, I can't swim," Elizabeth says, holding back as Naya tried to pull her forward.
     "Just hold your nose with your hand, keep your mouth closed, and grab the back of my shirt. I'll pull you along."
     Elizabeth was frightened, but anything was better than staying where she is at the moment. She nodded, agreeing to do so. Naya counted backwards from three, and on one, they both dove into the water together. Naya pulled Elizabeth along, but she didn't realize that the portal would be so deep into the water. Poor little Elizabeth could barely breathe, and Naya had began to choke on the water.
     Naya could see the portal, inches away from her face, and so she pushed herself to go only a bit further for the sake of saving herself and Elizabeth.
     For the sake of saving only Elizabeth.

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     After that day, Elizabeth never again dared to attempt the ritual of Bloody Mary. She had seen what it can do and she had seen how it kills.
     'Till this very day, Elizabeth has never spoken of the incident and what had happened. Actually, Elizabeth didn't speak at all for years, and the countless sessions of therapy didn't help much, either. Elizabeth still has not a single mirror in her house, nor a candle. For she fears that anything that can cast a reflection, would allow Mary to find a way back.
     To find a way to escape.

     Everyone had always thought it was just a legend, and now only one survivor lives to know the truth, but she will never tell.

The End.

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