Scarlet tremble as fear coursed through her delicate frame.
"Remember Scarlet, be sure not to turn the light on!" One of her friends reminded her as they shoved her into the bathroom with nothing but a single candle to provide her with light. It almost spilled to the floor as she fell to the cold tile.
"Please! No, I don't want to! Don't make me do this!" she pleaded. They simply guffawed as they shut the door, leaving her with nothing but a gaunt reflection that seemed to flicker in and out of existence with every movement. She knew her friends well enough to know that they would not let her out until the deed was done. She tried to convince herself that Bloody Mary was all just a load of poppycock, that she was just being milquetoast and it seemed to work. A bit. She shifted from foot to foot, making the floorboards bend under her weight. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced the words out quickly, with hardly a pause in between.
"BlodyMaryBloodyMaryBloodyMar y! Now let me out you guys! This is just a big bunch of tommyrot!" The door was released, yet screaming ensued from the other side of the polished, cherry teak door. Scarlet, numb with fear, lunged towards the wood, flinging it open as soon as her fingers could lock around the slippery brass. The scene before her was hardly what had been expected. Her friends were on the floor, laughter causing their bodies to heave. Scarlet-weak with a mixture of anger, relief, and fear- fell to the carpet, tears of emotion welling in her eyes. When the girls had at last settled down, they went to calm their friend, who was sobbing, terror taking over her thoughts as she saw the truth to her were swirling with pink, blood slowly turning them to red.
"Scarlet, it's alright! We're all ali-" Her voice was cut off as soon as she realized what was happening Scarlet. She, in a daze of panic, ran to the bathroom, not realizing that was an open invitation to their...guest.
The trickle of blood-tears that had come from Scarlet were now turning to a stream, gushing faster and faster. The girl that had run to the bathroom had not come back. In fact, all that did come back, and all that ever would, was a stream of blood, warm and sticky. Jasmine's skin was turning a pale pink, but it dissolved, leaving only fresh bones and entrails to clatter to the floor in a tangled mess. another girl yet, simply melted from a sort of solid, to a pure, red liquid. For a moment, all seemed to stop. It was as if the killer was pausing to take a breath. Scarlet fell to the floor, all but white, her blood drained, her face, a sickly pose. The two girls left were drenched in the vile gore, their vocal chords straining, struggling to raise the noise so it could match the amount of their horror. One girl exploded, splattering the walls with yet more blood, making the last girl fall to the puddle at her feet, clutching her ears. When she had the nerve to look around, she noticed a girl, down the hallway. Her hair was short and choppy. Black with streaks of red dyed into it. Her clothes were hard to make out, for they were too drenched in blood to make out the shape.
"Mary!" The call was but a gurgled whisper of realization. A simple axe hung loosely from Mary's hand. The end was tinted with blood, and she lifted it up to lick a droplet, smiling as the taste seeped into her tongue. She stepped forward, eyeing the girl surviving girl with interest.
"Mary, I beg you! Spare me! Please!" A rasping voice thundered in her mind.
"You and your friends...summoned me? I am here to oblige." A headless body dropped to the floor, painting the already red walls, with blood. And then, I woke up.