There was a rumors all over the village about the hatchet man who supposedly killed a teen in the middle of the night. All the teens were warned to not go outside at night. A 15 year old girl, Mary, always listen to her elders, but on one faithful night she didn't. Mary decided that since she couldn't fall asleep she should take a walk. Of course she heard the rumors- but she didn't believe them. As she walked to her favorite spot in the woods behind the village, she heard rustling behind her. Her heart felt like rocks. As she turns around she notices that it was getting colder. 'Hmmmm, its summer, so why does it feel like winter?' she thought as she looked around. 'Clank, clank' "What was that?!" Mary asked to no one in particular. "I guess you didn't listen to the elders, though no one really doesn't." whispered a strange voice. 'Run' Mary's minds yelled, but her feet wouldn't move. She was frozen in fear. A deathly pale man with black hair, black gloves, and a white shirt with what looked like blood on it. "W-w-w-who a-are y-y-you?" and Mary in a small shaky voice. "Why, well I'm the one and only Hatchet Man!" the man retorted. Her feet finally moved, but her dress got in the way. She tripped. The only thing Mary saw was a sharp shiny object coming strait or her. The rest of the village only heard her blood curtailing scream and the mad man's laugh. Mary was never seen again, until 20 years later when a young man decided to call her spirt back to the real world. Mary was out for revenge and blood. Every time someone would lit a candle in front of a mirror in a pitch black room and say Bloody Mary 3 times, she would come out of the mirror looking for the hatchet man, the man who ended her life many years before. The hatchet man was never caught, and never died. To this day Mary is still looking for the man who put a hatchet in her skull.