SHOEMAKER LIVING ROOM
Three girls are laughing, they are all gathered around a table with candles. The candlelight is the only light.
"Okay, your turn, truth or dare?" Beverley asked.
"Truth." Lily replied.
"Do you want to make out with Benji Swartz?" Beverley wondered.
Maddison laughed.
"Dare." Lily stated.
"Okay, lame. You have to...say "Bloody Mary" in the bathroom." Beverley spoke.
"Is that the best you can come up with?" Lily questioned.
"Who's Bloody Mary?" Maddison asked.
"She's this witch." Beverley answered.
"I heard she was a lady killed in a car crash." Lily announced.
"It doesn't matter who she is. Point is, if you say her name three times in the bathroom mirror she appears...and scratches your eyes out!"
Lily and Maddison jump.
"So why would anyone say it?"
"Because it isn't real." Lily voiced.
Lily got up, and Beverley handed her a candle.
"No turning on the lights, and remember...three times." Beverley explained.
BATHROOM
Lily opened the bathroom door. She looked at the shadows on the wall, then closed the door and set the candle down in front of the mirror.
"Bloody Mary. This is so stupid. Bloody Mary." Lily started.
The candle flickered. Lily looked at it. There was a long pause.
"Bloody Mary." Lily finished.
There was another long pause. A loud noise is then heard. Lily shrieked. There was pounding on the door.
HALLWAY
Lily opened the door to find Beverley and Maddison laughing.
"Scared ya." Beverly exclaimed.
"You guys are jerks." Lily said.
"Lily." Steven called out.
Lily looked up to the top of the stairs, where she saw her father, Steven Shoemaker.
"Do you mind keeping it down?" Steven asked.
"Sorry, Daddy." Lily apologized.
"Sorry, Mr. Shoemaker." Beverley and Maddison said, in unison.
Steven headed back upstairs. He passed by several mirrors; each of them had Bloody Mary.
UPSTAIRS BATHROOM
Steven took some pills out of the bathroom medicine cabinet and closed it, revealing another mirror. He popped the pills into his mouth, then looked closer at the mirror, noticing some scratches under his eye.
LIVING ROOM
Lily and both Beverley and Maddison were giggling together.
"You so like him!" Maddison pointed out.
Donna, Lily's older sister, just came in the front door.
"Hey, geek. You guys having fun?" Donna asked.
"You're out past curfew."
"Thanks, Dad."
Donna then went upstairs.
UPSTAIRS HALLWAY
A pool of blood was coming out from under the bathroom door. Donna rounds the corner and noticed it, she stops, then she started to move forward a little more slowly. She hesitantly pushed open the bathroom door, revealing a great deal more blood. Donna screamed.
Dream Sequence:
Sam was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed. Jess was on the ceiling. Her blood dripped down onto Sam's forehead. He opened his eyes and notices her.
"Why, Sam? Why, Sam?"
"No!" Sam exclaimed.
Jess had burst into flame.
"Why, Sam? Why, Sam?"
End.
"Sam, wake up." Dean said.
Sam had finally woke up. He looked a little confused. He sat up and looked around. As always he was sitting shotgun in the Impala.
"I take it I was having a nightmare." Sam said.
"Yeah. Another one." Dean responded.
"Hey. At least I got some sleep." Sam stated.
"Yep. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean announced.
Dean looked into the backseat and noticed that I was still sleeping, he smiled and then looked at Sam.
"It's hard to believe that, Nick here hasn't woken up yet. I wonder why."
"He's probably having the best dream any kid could ever ask for."
"Yeah. You're probably right Sammy."
Sam then picked up a newspaper which had Steven Shoemaker's obituary in it and was circled.
Shoemaker, Steven
The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46. A short service will be held on Wednesday, the 31st at 2:00 p.m. at the Toledo and cherish you [...] Your [...]
"So what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam questioned.
"That's what we're going to find out." Dean answered.
"Let's go!" Dean added.
Sam placed his hand on me and shook me.
"Hey, Nick. Wake up."
"Sam. Let him sleep. He'll be fine. Just leave one of the windows opened so he can have some air conditioning."
Dean and Sam got out of the car and headed up to the building.
HOSPITAL
Sam and Dean headed into room 144, which was marked Morgue.
There were two desks. The empty one had a nameplate that was labeled Dr. D. Feiklowicz. The other one had the Morgue Technician.
"Hey."
"Hey." Dean greeted.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh, yeah. We're the, uh. Med students." Dean responded.
"Sorry?"
"Oh, doctor-" Dean finished and then stumbled over the doctors name. "Figlavitch, didn't tell you."
"We talked to him on the phone. He uh, we're from Ohio state."
"He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker's corpse. It's for our paper."
"Well. I'm sorry, but he's at lunch."
"Oh, well he said, uh-"
"oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" Dean wondered.
"Sorry, I can't."
"The doctor will be back in an hour. You can wait for him, if you want."
"An hour? Ooh, we gotta head back to Columbus by then."
Dean looked at Sam.
"Yeah." Sam agreed.
"Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out-"
"Uh, look, man...no."
Dean laughed a little. Dean then turned around, mumbled and then said, "I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear."
Sam hit Dean on the arm. He stepped in front of Dean and opened up his wallet and pulled out some twenties. He laid a few of them, at least five, down on the Morgue Tech's desk. The Morgue Tech picked up the money.
"Follow me."
The Morgue Tech got up and left. Dean grabbed Sam when Sam tried to follow.
"Dude, I earned that money."
"You won it in a poker game."
"Yeah."
Sam followed the Morgue Tech.
MORGUE
"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam stated.
The Morgue Tech pulled back the sheet over Steven's face.
"More than that. They practically liquefied."
"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asked.
"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." the Morgue Tech replied.
"What's the official cause of death?" Sam wondered.
"Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure." the Morgue Tech answered.
"What do you mean?" Sam questioned.
"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."
"The eyeswhat would cause something like that?"
"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."
"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?"
"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor."
"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper."
"I'm not really supposed to show you that."
Sam, who was now annoyed, pulled out his wallet.
HOSPITAL
Sam and Dean walked downstairs.
"Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing."
"How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean responded.
"Uh, almost never." Sam exclaimed.
"Exactly."
"All right, let's go talk to the daughter."
Sam and Dean left the building and headed back to the Impala.
"So, do you think Nick woke up yet?"
"I wouldn't count on it, but you never know." Sam spoke.
"I got to admit that kid can really sleep, even for a twelve year old."
A few minutes later Sam and Dean had entered the Impala, Dean started it up and we drove off.
On the other hand, I was having another nightmare. It's been awhile since my last one.
Dream sequence:
"Nick, how could you? Why did you kill me?"
"It wasn't me."
"You killed me and you know it."
"No. No..."
My friend Ryan then started to bleed from his eyes, they were missing. He then dropped dead in a pool of his own blood.
"Nooooo!"
End.
I woke up to find Sam shaking me.
"Let me guess, I was having a nightmare."
"Yep. And you got some serious sleep. It's been at least twenty hours."
"Did I miss anything?"
"Well, Steven Shoemaker is dead. His eyes were scratched out."
"Well, that sucks. Any ideas on what did it? And where are we heading now?"
"Well, now we're going to talk to his daughter. And we have no idea. Not yet at least."
"Same here, I got nothing. Usually I would but, not this time."
"So, if you don't mind me asking, Nick but, what was your nightmare about?" Sam asked.
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Ok. But if you ever need to talk about anything, we're here for you."
"I know."
SHOEMAKER HOUSE
The three of us walked into the funeral. There was a picture of Steven Shoemaker on a desk. The attendants were all men who were all wearing black suits and there were women who were dressed in black dresses. Except The three of us, we were just wearing our casual clothes.
"Feel like we're underdressed?" Dean asked.
We kept on walking through the house and towards the back.
SHOEMAKER BACKYARD
A man pointed the three of us towards Donna and Lily Shoemaker, who were with their friends Jill and Charlie. We approached them.
"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Donna answered.
"Hi, uh-we're really sorry." Sam stated.
"Thank you." Donna responded.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean, and that's Nick. Dean and I worked with your dad." Sam spoke.
Donna looked at Charlie, and then back at us.
"You did?" Donna wondered.
"Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke." Dean said.
"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." Charlie exclaimed.
"It's okay. I'm okay." Donna assured Charlie.
"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean questioned.
"No." Donna replied.
Lily then turned around.
"That's because it wasn't a stroke." Lily stated.
"Lily, don't say that." Donna voiced.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I'm sorry, she's just upset." Donna uttered.
"No, it happened because of me." Lily announced.
"Sweetie, it didn't." Donna responded.
"Lily." Sam said.
Sam got down on eye level with Lily.
"Why would you say something like that?" Sam wondered.
"Right before he died, I said it." Lily declared.
"You said what?" Sam queried.
"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror." Lily responded.
Then there came a long pause.
I had a frightened look on my face.
"Hey, are you all right?" Lily asked.
Sam and Dean turned and looked at me.
"Yeah, are you ok Nick? You look frightened." Dean stated.
"Y-yeah."
"You sure?"
"Y-yeah."
"She took his eyes, right?" I questioned.
"Yeah. That's what she does."
"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna assured Lily.
"I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Dean wondered.
"No, I don't think so." Lily declared.
Back inside the Shoemaker house...
The three of us were upstairs and had arrived at the bathroom where Steven was killed.
Sam pushed the door open and there was still some dried up blood on the floor. I stayed outside while Dean and Sam entered the washroom to do some investigating.
"The Bloody Mary legend...Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam asked.
"Not that I know of." Dean answered.
Sam stooped to the floor and touched the dried blood.
"I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it." Sam said.
"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean stated.
"I don't think so." I exclaimed.
"Why's that?" Sam asked.
"It happened when I was seven. My friend Ryan and I were having a sleepover at his place, we were playing truth or dare as usual. It was Ryan's turn and I dared him to say Bloody Mary in the mirror three times. I lit a candle, handed it to him and reminded him not to turn on the lights. I stayed by the door just incase anything bad actually happened. A few moments after he said Bloody Mary for the third time I heard screaming. I did my best to open the door, but it just wouldn't open. The screaming stopped about two minutes later and I was standing in a puddle of blood. The moment I opened that door I...I wanted to say it. I...killed him not Bloody Mary. It's my fault that Ryan is dead. It's all my fault. I should be dead. Not him."
"I'm sorry for the loss of your friend, Nick."
"Thanks. Funny thing is, he was never cremated. After the case, would it be possible if we could-"
"Of course." Dean stated.
"Thanks."
Dean opened up the medicine cabinet.
"But according to the legend, the person who says B-" Sam started.
Sam looked at the medicine cabinet's mirror, which was now facing him, and closed it.
"The person who says you know what gets it. But here-" Sam finished.
"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean stated.
"Right." Sam said.
"Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out." Dean declared.
"Actually guys, it doesn't matter who summons her. Whoever is looking into the mirror at the time gets it. As longs as she kills she's happy."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Well, it's worth checking into." Sam spoke.
I noticed someone was heading our way.
"Guys, someone's coming."
BATHROOM
Sam and Dean left the bathroom when they heard my warning.
UPSTAIRS HALLWAY
"What are you doing up here?" Charlie queried.
"We-we, had to go to the bathroom." Dean responded.
"Who are you?" Charlie asked.
"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." Dean stated.
"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself." Charlie exclaimed.
"No, I know, I meant-" Dean got cut off.
"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming." Charlie announced.
"All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad." Sam declared.
"Yeah, a stroke."
"That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else."
"Like what?" Charlie questioned.
"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." Sam said.
"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Dean stated.
"Who are you, cops?" Charlie wondered.
Sam looked over his shoulder to Dean, who then looked at me.
"Well, I'm only a junior detective." I replied.
"And Sam and I are something like cops."
"I'll tell you what. Here."
Sam reached into his pocket, pulled out a paper and pen, and started to write down his cell number.
"If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary...just give us a call."
Sam handed her the paper as he the three of us walked down the hallway.
The three of us left the house and entered the impala. The moment I looked into the rear view mirror I saw him. My friend, Ryan. At first he was the same as he normally was but then he started bleeding from his eyes.
"It's your fault."
"I know. And I'm sorry." I whispered.
I felt a few tears drop from my eyes. The moment I blinked was the moment he vanished.
"You ok Nick?" Sam asked.
"Uh, yeah. It's just hard not to think about what happened to my friend five years ago. Today. And I can't stop thinking about it."
"Is there anything we can do to help?"
"You're already helping, by making that promise."
"I know, but I meant further."
"I'll let you know if I think of anything."
"Ok."
LIBRARY
The three of us walked into a library, it was rather dark, and it was day.
"All right, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof-Like a local woman who died nasty." Dean said.
"Yeah but a legend this widespread it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more." Sam responded.
We finally walked into the actual library.
"All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked.
"Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers-public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill." Sam answered.
"Well that sounds annoying." Dean stated.
"No it won't be so bad, as long as we..." Sam started.
Sam looked at the computers which all say "Out of Order" on them.
Sam chuckled.
"I take it back. This will be very annoying." Sam stated.
"Yeah, no kidding."
Charlie
Charlie was driving but at the same time she was also driving.
"I'm not sure. They were cops or detectives or something. Nick said he was a junior detective."
"Whoever they were, they were cute. All three of them were." Jill stated.
"Jill" Charlie said.
"You didn't think so?" Jill asked.
"Yeah okay they were cute. Still, do you think something happened to Donna's dad?" Charlie wondered.
"Maybe Lilly was right. Maybe Bloody Mary got him." Jill declared.
"Ha ha, very funny." Charlie spoke.
"Wait, I'm sorry. Was that fear I hear in your voice?" Jill questioned.
"No." Charlie lied.
"Charlie, I'm walking to the bathroom mirror right now." Jill announced.
"Jill, quit it." Charlie voiced.
Jill had just got in front of her bathroom mirror.
"Oh no, I can't help myself. I'm gonna say it. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." Jill said.
There was a silence on the phone.
"Jill?"
Jill screamed.
"Jill!?"
Jill
Started laughing
You're such a freak, I'll call you tomorrow.
They hung up the phone and Jill went to her closet to finish getting changed. She opened the door, and on the inside there is a mirror, where Bloody Mary appeared. She closed the closet door and went to sit down at her vanity, where of course there is another mirror. Bloody Mary had appeared yet again, as Jill took her earrings out. Then Jill's reflection appeared again as she stood up and walked in front of her TV screen. Jill headed back in the bathroom to wash her face, but as she bent down to wash, her reflection in the mirror stayed standing. Jill looked up and noticed that her reflection was looking at her as if it were another person. Jill started to panic as the reflection in the mirror started oozing blood out of its eyes. Jill reached up and felt blood on her own face.
"You did it. You killed that boy." Jill's reflection stated.
Jill fell down after it seemed like she was being strangled to death as her reflection in the mirror watched her.
Motel...
It's been awhile since Dean and I allowed Sam to get some sleep and by the looks of it he was having another nightmare.
A few seconds later he woke up.
"Why'd you let me fall asleep?"
"Cause I'm an awesome brother and Nick's an awesome friend. So what did you dream about?" Dean asked.
"Lollipops and candy canes." Sam said, mockingly.
"Yeah, sure." Dean replied.
"Did you find anything?" Sam queried.
"Oh besides a whole new level of frustration?" Dean declared.
Sam sat up.
"No. We've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but uh, no Mary." Dean added.
Sam fell back onto the bed.
"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." Sam stated.
"Nick and I have also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know...eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." Dean exclaimed.
Just then Sam's cell rang. He answered it.
"Hello?" Sam spoke.
As the voice over on the phone was talking to Sam his expression changed to a look of concern.
We immediately left, entered the impala and immediately drove off.
"Sam, what's happening? What's going on?" I asked.
"There's been another kill."
"Who was the victim this time?"
"Jill."
45 minutes later...
We had just arrived at the park and as much as I wanted to go and help, I told Sam and Dean that I would stay behind and sleep just a bit. They seemed to be ok with it and left the car and approached Charlie.
Charlie was just sitting there, Dean was sitting on the back of it, and Sam was standing there. Charlie was still crying.
"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her...her eyes. They were gone."
"I'm sorry." Sam stated.
"And she said it." Charlie declared.
Dean looked up at Sam
"I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?" Charlie added.
"No, you're not insane." Dean assured Charlie.
"Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse." Charlie exclaimed.
"Look. We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained." Sam said.
"And we're gonna stop it but we could use your help. As well as Nick's." Dean announced.
Charlie's house
Charlie walks in and locks the door. She then walked over to the window and opened it, where Sam and Dean were awaiting entry. Once the window was opened Sam entered first and Dean threw him a duffel bag. Sam set it down on the bed and started to go through it.
"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam queried.
"Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." Charlie answered.
Sam pulled something out of the bag and Dean shut the curtains.
"I hate lying to her." Charlie stated.
"Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights." Dean spoke.
Charlie walked over to the light switch and turned off the lights.
"What are you guys looking for?" Charlie asked.
"We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean replied.
Sam had a digital camera ready, and hands it over to Dean.
"Hey, night vision."
Dean turned on the night vision for him.
"Perfect."
The digital camera was being aimed at Dean.
"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Dean wondered.
Sam walked away with the camera. He opened Jill's closet door and began filming around the mirror.
"So I don't get it. I mean...the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?" Sam questioned.
"Beats me." Dean replied.
Sam closed the closet door.
"I want to know why Jill said it in the first place." Dean added.
"It's just a joke." Charlie announced.
"Yeah well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time." Dean responded.
Sam was now in the bathroom filming around the mirror when he stopped and noticed trickles of something running out from behind the mirror.
"Hey."
Dean and Charlie turned to look at him.
"There's a black light in the trunk, right?"
Sam had carried the mirror out to Jill's bed and laid it on the bed upside down. Dean threw him a black light. Sam peeled off the brown paper that was on the back of the mirror. Sam shined the black light over the back of the mirror and we see a handprint, and the words "Gary Bryman."
"Gary Bryman?" Charlie asked, curiously.
"You know who that is?" Sam wondered.
"No." Charlie stated.
The three of them were again on a bench. Dean and Charlie were sitting on it, and Sam cane up behind them.
"So, Gary Bryman was an 8-year-old boy. Two years ago he was killed in a hit and run. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry. But nobody got the plates or saw the driver." Sam explained.
"Oh my God." Charlie said.
"What?" Sam questioned.
"Jill drove that car." Charlie answered.
"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." Dean spoke.
Donna's house
Sam and Dean were hunched over the back of the mirror with the black light. There is another handprint on it, and the words "Linda Shoemaker".
"Linda Shoemaker." Sam declared.
Downstairs
"Why are you asking me this?" Donna asked.
"Look, we're sorry, but it's important." Sam replied.
"Yeah. Linda's my mom okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it. I think you should leave." Donna stated.
"Now Donna, just listen." Dean said.
"Get out of my house!" Donna yelled.
After that Donna ran upstairs.
"Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie wondered.
"Maybe." Sam responded.
"I think I should stick around." Charlie exclaimed.
"All right. Whatever you do, don't-" Dean got cut off.
"Believe me, I won't say it." Charlie announced.
Dean is at a computer, while Sam is looking at some things posted on a bulletin board.
"Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" Sam queried.
"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database-at this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me." Dean answered.
"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town." Sam declared.
"I'm telling you there's nothing local, I've checked. So unless you got a better idea-" Dean spoke.
"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern." Sam stated.
"I know, I was thinking the sane thing." Dean said.
"With mister Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run."
"Both had secrets where people died." Dean declared.
"Right. I mean there's a lot of folklore about mirrors-that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them." Sam announced.
"Right, right. So maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it, and punishes you for it." Dean responded.
"Whether you're the one that summoned her or not. I wonder how Nick knew that?"
"Ask him. But take a look at this." Dean spoke.
Dean printed out the picture and handed it to Sam. The picture is of a handprint and the letters "Tre"
"Looks like the same handprint." Sam exclaimed.
"Her name was Mary Worthington-an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." Dean pointed out.
Detective Agency
"I was on the job for 35 years-detective for most of that. Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington murder-that one still gets me." the Detective stated.
"What exactly happened?" Dean wondered.
"You boys said you were reporters?" the Detective asked.
"We know Mary was 19, lived by herself. We know she won a few local beauty contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana, being an actress. And we know the night of March 29th someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife." Sam proclaimed.
"That's right." the Detective said.
"See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened." Sam stated.
The detective pulled some files out of his filing cabinet.
"Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." the Detective exclaimed.
The detective opened up a file to the picture that Sam and Dean had found on the computer.
"Now see that there? T-R-E?" the detective queried.
"Yeah." Dean said.
"I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." the Detective spoke.
"You know who it was?" Sam asked.
"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon-Trevor Sampson."
The detective pulled out a picture of a man.
"And I think he cut her up good."
"Now why would he do something like that?"
"Her diary mentioned a man that she was seeing. She called him by his initial, "T". Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell "T"'s wife about their affair."
"Yeah but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean questioned.
"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out...it was almost professional."
"But you could never prove it?" Dean wondered."
"No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."
"Is he still alive?
"Nope."
The detective sat down and sighed.
"If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret. But she never could."
"Where's she buried?"
"She wasn't. She was cremated."
"What about that mirror?" Dean asked, nodding at the one in the picture.
"It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere is it?" Dean added.
"Ah, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."
"You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam queried.
School
"I mean, you bring these strangers into my house and they ask me things like that?" Donna questioned.
"They were only trying to help. Please, Donna, you have to believe me." Charlie pleaded.
"What? About Bloody Mary?" Donna asked.
Both of them had stopped right in front of a mirror.
"Please, I know it sounds crazy-" Charlie stated.
"Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it. I mean it's one thing for my sister to believe this crap, she's 12. But you?" Donna replied.
"Think about the way your dad died, okay? And the way Jill died." Charlie exclaimed.
"Okay so?" Donna wondered.
Donna turned to face the mirror
"Bloody Mary."
"No!"
"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." Donna repeated.
Donna turned back to face Charlie.
"See? Nothing happened."
"Why would you do that?" Charlie asked.
"Oh my God. There really is something wrong with you." Donna stated.
Science
"Elements that loose electrons become positive ions, which are smaller than other atoms of the same element."
Charlie opened up her compact.
"Therefore the ionic radius is smaller than the atomic radius."
Charlie noticed Bloody Mary in the corner and screamed. The class starts to freak out as she starts running around the room.
"Charlie!"
She noticed the reflection of Mary in the window of the door, she picks up a stool, and throws it through the window.
"Charlie!"
The teacher had finally caught Charlie.
"Charlie stop it! What's wrong!? Just calm down."
Charlie notices Mary in the reflection of the teacher's glasses.
"Aah! Let me go!" Charlie yelled.
"Charlie!"
Charlie ran out of the room.
Impala
I had just woke up from my slumber and I'm surprised that I didn't have another nightmare, the only thing I'm wondering is why Sam has more nightmares than I do.
"Oh really? Ah that's too bad Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well maybe next time. All right, thanks." Sam said.
Sam then hung up.
"So?"
"So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo." Sam announced.
"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?"
"I hope not."
"Oh, you're awake?"
"Yes Sam, I am. So, did anyone else fall victim to Mary?"
"Besides Steven and Jill? No. At least not yet."
"Ok. Thanks."
"So, her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow." Sam spoke.
"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." Sam responded.
"So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit." Dean said.
"Yeah but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it. Nick, any ideas?"
"Sorry, Dean. I'm at a loss here. The only thing I want to do is kill her and visit my friend. That's it. That's my main focus right now."
"Yeah, I think that we're all at a loss on this. " Sam said.
Sam's cell phone then rang.
"Hello."
It was practically almost instantly that Sam had look of concern come across his face.
"Charlie?"
Motel
Sam and Dean were tending to Charlie, while I was in the washroom. I was just staring into the mirror. I was actually think about saying it.
Sam sat next to Charlie.
"Hey, hey it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, all right?" Sam said.
Charlie slowly looked up.
"Now listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you." Sam stated.
"But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" Charlie asked.
"No. No. Not anytime soon." Sam answered.
Dean then sat on the bed.
"All right Charlie. We need to know what happened." Dean spoke.
"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it."
"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life...a secret...where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?" Dean wondered.
"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said he needed me and he loved me, and he said "Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself." And you know what I said? I said "Go ahead." And I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just...I didn't believe him, you know? I should have." Charlie announced.
Charlie placed her face back on her knees and started crying again.
I had just stepped out of the bathroom and got a strange look from Sam and Dean.
"What?"
"Why were you in there that long?" Sam asked.
"Oh, that. Well, how about I tell you when we're in the impala."
"Fair enough." Dean exclaimed.
"Ok."
Impala
"You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault."
"You know as well as I do spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, DEAN. Charlie had a secret, someone died, that's good enough for Mary."
"I guess."
"You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it."
"Well how do you know that's going to work?"
"I don't, well, not for sure."
"Well who's gonna summon her?"
"I will." I stated.
Dean pulled the car over and turned off the engine.
"This is about Ryan, isn't it?"
"Yes. It is. It's my fault he's dead. I should be dead. Not Ryan."
"Don't say that."
"Well, it's true. I hope that wherever Ryan is right now that he forgives me, because I don't nor ever will forgive myself."
"I know how you feel Nick. If I had warned Jess she'd still be alive right now."
"You didn't know it was going to happen. You couldn't have warned her Sammy."
"You're still keeping your promise, right Dean?"
"Of course. Once we get rid of her once and for all we'll head over to your friends grave."
"Thanks."
The shop
Sam was taking forever to lock pick the shop door but he finally got about a minute later.
"Ugh. Finally! Next time try using a zip-tie. They're much faster."
"Really?"
"Yeah. That's what I use. I'm in in less than five seconds."
Dean had put on a impressive look.
"Well, I guess you're going to have to show us sometime."
"I will."
The three of us had stepped into the shop and what we weren't expecting was the fact that it was filled with mirror.
"Well...that's just great."
Dean pulled out the picture of Mary's dead body to look at the mirror.
"All right let's start looking."
We split up and started walking around the shop. We split up. Dean went one way and Sam and I went the other way.
"Maybe they've already sold it."
"I don't think so."
Dean walked over and stood behind us. He checked to make sure that this mirror was the same as it was in the picture. It was.
"That's it. (Sighs) You sure about this?"
"I've never been more sure in my entire life."
"Well, whenever you're ready."
"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary."
Dean turned away from us and noticed a light filled part of the store.
"I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful."
Sam and I readied our crowbars. We were ready to smash anything that moved.
Dean crawled away towards the front door. He spots a headlight.
"Crap."
He dropped his crowbar and began to walk towards the door.
Meanwhile
Sam had turned away from the mirror because he thought he had heard something. I on the other hand just kept on staring into the mirror. I then saw Bloody Mary appear.
Dean
"Hold it." the Police said.
"Woah guys, false alarm, I tripped the system."
"Who are you?" the Police asked.
"I'm the boss's kid."
"You're Mister Yamashiro's kid?" the police questioned.
Nick
Bloody Mary was no longer in her mirror, she was now in a different one. I caught her in the corner of my eye and smashed the mirror she was in. By the time I did she had moved to another mirror. I immediately saw which mirror she moved to and smashed that one as well.
"Come on. Come into this one. I know you want to."
I looked oddly at my reflection and it had appeared to have taken a mind of its own. I soon had trouble breathing and felt some liquid drip from my eyes. It had to be blood. I dropped my crowbar and grabbed my heart.
"It's your fault. You killed him. You killed Ryan."
Outside
"Like I said, I was adopted."
"Yeah."
Dean was being covered back and front by the two cops.
"You know, I just-I really don't have time for this right now."
Dean punched one cop, backhanded the other, and then punched the cop in front of him again. They were now all on the ground.
Nick
"Out of all the dates you could've picked, you made Ryan say Bloody Mary in the mirror. You could've stopped him by changing your mind. And now he's dead. Because of you! All you had to do was say, "Ryan. Stop. Don't do it. I've changed my mind." But you didn't. You just let him do it. You let him die like he meant absolutely nothing to you, like he wasn't a friend, like he wasn't anyone. His death is on your hands. I bet he wishing you were dead right now, wherever he is. You deserve it."
My eyes started to bleed more and before I knew it I fell to the ground. I also coughed up quite a bit a blood and I continued to cough up blood. I then heard the mirror shatter. I looked up and got a glimpse of Dean before I lost consciousness.
Dean bent down to the floor and to me.
"Nick? Nick."
Dean checked to see if I had a pulse, but I didn't.
"No. No. Nick, don't you dare leave. Just...just hang on, we'll get you to a hospital. You're not going to die, not on my watch."
Dean pulled me up. He carried me In both of his arms and we began to walk out, that is until Mary crawls out of the frame of the mirror. Sam and Dean turned around to see Mary crawling over the broken glass. Mary started to walk towards them and they both fall to the ground. Dean had managed to keep his grip on me somehow. Both of them started bleeding from the face, but Dean had to set me down so he could reach up and pull over a mirror so that Mary was forced to see her own reflection.
"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!"
Mary started choking to death and melted into a pile of blood. DEAN threw down the mirror he was holding and it shatters.
"Hey Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"This has got to be like...what? 600 years of bad luck?"
Sam chuckled. Dean then picked me up and carried me out of the shop.
"Come on Sam, we have to get Nick to a hospital."
We had pulled up in front of a house
"So this is really over?"
"Yeah, it's over."
"Thank you."
Dean reached back to shake her hand, but she got out of the car.
"Charlie?"
Charlie turned around
"Your boyfriend's death...you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen."
Charlie smiled faintly, and then turned around to go into the house.
Dean gently hit Sam.
"That's good advice."
We then drove off.
"Hey Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is."
"Look...you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself. "
Sam looked out the window and notices Jessica and a boy next to him, Jess was in a white dress and the boy was in black cargo pants and had a black shirt one with a picture of Nick on it. Underneath the picture was some writing. "My Best Friend Forever" they were standing by a street lamp. Sam managed to catch this on video, but as we turned the corner Jess vanished but not the kid.
"What?" Sam whispered.
"Dean. Stop the car."
"What? Why?"
"Just do it."
"All right, but only for a minute."
"That's all I'm going to need."
Dean pulled over but kept the engine running. Sam left the impala and called out to the kid.
"Hey. Can I speak with you?"
The kid approached Sam.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Are you Ryan?"
"Yeah. Who's asking?"
"I'm Sam Winchester. I'm traveling with my brother, Dean."
"And who's in the backseat?"
"Oh, that's Nick."
"Well, I'll be a son of a bitch. It's been way to long. Why's he unconscious?"
"Oh, Bloody Mary did that. Right before we killed her. We're taking him to the hospital. And after we did we were going to take him to your grave."
"Why? I'm not dead."
"Obviously-"
"Would you hurry it up Sam. The more time we waste, the closer Nick is to dying."
"Ok."
"I want to come along. I owe Nick a huge apology."
"Ok. Get in."
Both Ryan and Sam got into the impala and Dean immediately drove off.
Hospital
-1 hour later-
I was hooked up to a lot of machines. I had also regained a pulse, but I was breathing slowly. The doctor walked outside of the room and approached Sam, Dean and Ryan.
"So, how is he doc?" Dean asked.
"He'll live. He's lucky that you got him here as soon as possible. How did this happen anyway?"
"We're not sure. We just found him like that on the street and brought him here." Dean replied.
"Well, I'm sure he's glad that you saved his life."
"I'm sure he is. Mind if we visit him?"
"He's still out, but knock yourselves out."
"Thanks."
The three of them walked into the room, Dean and Sam stood at the foot of the bed and Ryan sat down beside Nick.
-2 hours 30 minutes later-
I had just started to open my eyes and the first person I thought I saw was Ryan.
"Hey Nick."
"Hi."
"I know you're probably wondering how I'm still alive, right?"
"I am."
"I faked my death. I locked the door and blocked it with a chair. After I had said Bloody Mary I blew out the candle and screamed that way you couldn't hear what I was doing. I even opened up the bathroom window beforehand so I could escape. I then removed the chair and climbed out the window as fast as I could and I managed to close it on my way down."
"Why Ryan? I nearly killed myself by summoning Bloody Mary."
"Yeah, I know. Sam told me."
"Don't avoid my question Ryan."
"I wasn't avoiding it I was just stating that Sam had told me. I was going to answer it."
"Ok, I'm waiting."
"Because, it was a dare I received from this guy Mike. He dared me that the next time someone dared me to do something dangerous, to fake my death."
"Liar."
"I'm not lying Nick. It's the honest to god truth. I know I didn't have to do it and I wish I never did. You probably don't want to be friends with me anymore, do you?"
I sighed. "Ryan. You and me will be friends forever, even if one of us is dead. And after living through what I almost sent you into I feel like I owe you an apology of my own."
I sighed again. "Ryan. I'm sorry for almost getting you killed. I would've stopped you and changed my dare."
"I know. You almost said "stop," remember?"
"No."
"Well, that doesn't matter. As long as you're sorry."
"I am."
Just then Ryan had dropped dead.
"Noooo!"
Even though it was dangerous I unhooked all the machines that I was attached to and just left the room.
"Sam, stay here. I'll go talk to Nick."
Dean left the room and followed Nick.
Sam
Sam looked at Ryan's body and noticed that someone had shot him dead center in the forehead. Sam then picked up Ryan and went to go find the morgue.
Nick
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck!"
"Hey Nick, would you stop and we could talk about this. Please."
"Fine. Even though there's nothing to talk about.
I stopped and turned to Dean.
"What!?"
"Whoa. Why are you so mad?"
"I'm not mad. I just lost one of my best friends in the world. How do you think I feel?"
"Just about how everyone would feel."
"Exactly."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I looked away from Dean.
"No. The only thing I want to do is find the person who killed Ryan and rip his fucking heart out!"
My eyes went black and every light in the hospital started to flicker.
"Nick. Calm down. I understand that you want your revenge but, that won't bring Ryan back."
"Whoever killed Ryan better watch their back because...I'm coming for you!"
