Break the glass

I don't believe in the supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts are just nonsense made up to scare kids around campfires. And then the writing appears on the glass. But I shouldn't be afraid because ghosts aren't real. They can't be. It was just a game... right? *For the 'Say Her Name' Writing Competition* *Winner of the 'Say Her Name' Writing Competition*


1. The Beginning

Shadows swirled around my feet like they were trying to drag me down to their murky depths. The room was immersed in darkness. My eyes darted around the room struggling to see Naya and Caine but my sight had been cloaked by the gloom. Isolation began to cloud my thoughts and it felt like the walls were encasing me, getting closer and closer until I could scarcely move. The thought that something was in here with me, waiting to pounce and drag me down began to seep into my mind. Don’t be silly, I scolded myself. My imagination was just running wild that was all.

Flickering light filled the dim room chasing away the dark shadows. The candles had been lit. Naya and Caine both grinned at me.

“You ready for this?” Naya asked. “It’s gonna be so cool!”

I rolled my eyes and then returned their smirks. I’d only agreed to do this because of Caine. God he was so fit! Thick, curly dark brown hair crowned his head and framed his strong jaw and high cheekbones. His beige skin glowed under the soft candlelight and his chocolate brown eyes had flecks of amber danced with mischief as he smiled at me. His athletic build suggested that he worked out - BONUS!

"OK so what do we have to do?" I said dragging my eyes way from Caine. It didn't matter though, Naya had already caught me staring. She sent a sly smile my way.

"You look into the mirror and say Bloody Mary three times," Naya replied simply.

I frowned. "Is that it?"


Oh come on! I groaned inwardly. Surely it wasn't going to be as dull as this? I made and face and sighed, exasperatedly. It couldn't be worse than what the school had planned - bobbing for apples and playing other boring Halloween games.

"C'mon, just do it. What's the worst that can happen?" Caine's deep baritone sounded distracting me suddenly.

Our eyes met in the mirror. I didn't want to look like a wuss in front of him. Besides he was right. Nothing bad would happen.

Averting my gaze from his, I stared my reflection down.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary."

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