Bloody Mary Monologue

I used to be a cowardly girl, being unable to sleep alone due to fear of darkness. I

took forever to brush my teeth, afraid that something would pop out and grab me. I

remember the first time I heard the chilling tale of Bloody Mary. It is a quiet night of

October with crisp air and cool breeze, a group of my older sister's friends. Seven or

eight people sitting together in the garden of our house. I can still remember they

called that night "Horror bedtime". The eldest boy named Jan, read the story to us

with deep voice from a book with the face of a sliced-up, gruesome, grinning face of a

skeletal woman on the cover. I believe it was called "Scary Stories to Read in the

Dark". As I sat on the carpet in the dark, dank corner,

The woman, in her anguish, brutally

committed suicide in her bathroom. That night, her spirit haunted and killed the man

who took her son as he gazed into the bathroom mirror. But Bloody Mary's vengeance

is not complete.At midnight, if you say her name in front of your bathroom mirror three

times, she will come for you. Grant you a wish, or kill you.

There were many different tales over that October night, but Bloody Marry was the

one frightened me most with the imagination of how Bloody Mary would eat me from

the inside out, or how she would pluck my eyeballs out. It is still clear in my head the

feeling of a chill when Jan suddenly screamed at us at the end of the story. Story

time ended at around ten o'clock, my sister decided to sleep with her friend and I had

to sleep by myself. It was alone in my bedroom alone suffering from unreasonable,

irrational fear. I could not close my eyes without turning the lights on, and I couldn't

not even go to afraid to look at bathroom mirror for fear that I would see a mutilated

woman's face staring back at me. I tried to tell myself that the stories were just

words, just conjured up to give someone a cheap thrill of terror. But I

It read something like

this: "If you do not forward this text to 20 people then Bloody Mary will come for you

at midnight and stab ur eyes out with a sharpen fork. " Normally, such a poorly written

text attempt to scare me would be laughable. However, what cemented the

truthfulness of this text was the picture that came along with it. A grinning, bloodied,

pale woman's face stared at me from my phone screen. Finally, my nightmares had

taken on a real and terrifying shape and my breath came in staggered breaths. I came

crying to my parents, but they laughed out loudly and said it easily " It must

be your sister's work, just ignore it." . Suddenly, a sense of embarrassing grabbed me,

courage came out and I decided to overcome my fear, no one can make jokes on me.

That night, I went into the bathroom and turned on both sets of lights. I stared at

the mirror for a long time, afraid to do anything. I was utterly terrified, afraid that I

would anger Bloody Mary somehow, since I had not forwarded the text. But I kept

talking to myself, " I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid..." Slowly, I managed to open the

drawer and take out the toothbrush and toothpaste that may helpful to distract