By Kassidy Jackman, Mill Pond School, Grade 7
I was standing there with Morgan, we just got back from the movies and we were deciding what to do next for fun, then I looked over. My breath climbed, my heart raced. Lingering in the doorway of the small kitchen was a ghostly black silhouette of a tall girl. I was shaking and my heart was about to pop at the seams.
Then my heart was gone somewhere about millions of miles in the air out of my chest. All I could do was stand there frozen, because the ghost started to slowly “float” forward. Morgan had been babbling about what we should do next. When she realized I wasn’t paying attention, she looked up. Following my terrified glare she began to shake too.
By now the figure was nearly five feet away from us. I got a tight grip on Morgan’s arm and darted for the hallway to my left. We raced down. I didn’t look back until I was at the door of my room. She was barely at the beginning of the long hall. Morgan and I ran into my room. I slammed the door and pushed the bed and couch against it.
“What! was that?” she was throwing her arms and yelling between words. She paced frantically around my room. After a few minutes of me not answering her, she stopped and looked at me.
“Well?” her eyes looked like they would fall out of her skull.
“Well, it…it looked like…Bloody Mary!” I gulped before I said her name. Morgan let out an angry and disappointed sigh.
“You didn’t play the game did you!” her finger was cold and sharp pointed at me.
“Morgan, you know I did.” I starred at her with longing that she would understand that she knew no matter what she told me I couldn’t resist playing Bloody Mary under a fall moon, even though it was considered suicide. I just thought it would be cool.
“You would endanger our lives because you thought it was cool!” her hands flung out to her sides. I didn’t think it would be possible, but yes her eyes bulged even bigger!
“Sorry, oh wait bad word. Morgan, you know I would do that!” I walked closer to her. She folded her arms and looked away.
“Morg, c’mon!” She glanced at me and saw my pleading eyes.
“Ok, how do we get rid of her?” her anger dropped in her face and was replaced with asking.
“We say her name backwards three times in front of the mirror and we watch in the mirror until her image goes away in the mirror.”
“Wait! Shell be in the mirror?” She shuddered at the horrifying thought.
“Yes, but she can’t get us.”
“Good, let’s go into your bathroom.” She led the way to the door in my bedroom that led to the bathroom. We got in front of the mirror and we both gasped. Though we were expecting to see her it was still scary. We held our hands together and said, “yram-ydoolb” three times. Bloody Mary slowly faded. We sighed and smiled in relief.
