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Chapter 4

While you may think you're safe from mean ole Bloody Mary, think again... Legend has it that if you are near a mirror in total darkness, she can still come for you, regardless of whether or not you're trying to call for her.

-Anonymous

I was pacing, causing the carpet pattern in the living room floor to go the opposite way, something that would make my Mom angry once she notices it.

"Susie…" My mother said softly entering the living room carrying a cup of hot cocoa and setting it down on the coffee table. She sat down on the couch, watching me pace more. She had come home from work early just to take care of me, even though I insisted I was fine.

After Tiffany's near death experience this morning, Father Dominic sent me home for the day. He told me I'd been through enough stress. Boy was he right. I was tense and confused and just wanted this to be over, hence the pacing that I was doing.

"Susie…" My mother said softly again breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I asked and glanced at her. I then noticed that my Mom was staring at the carpet that was now messed up thanks to me. I stopped pacing immediately.

She and I stood there and just stared at each other for a moment.

"Why don't you go change and then we can sit and talk." She finally suggested with a wince.

I looked down on what I had on. Tiffany's blood was still on my shirt and pants. My clothes where ruined and would have to thrown out. No wonder she hadn't wanted me to sit down on the couch next to her earlier.

"Yeah Mom. I'll go change. Just give me a minute." I traipsed up the stairs and instantly stripped, placing the clothes covered in blood in the trashcan. I couldn't look at them the same anymore anyways.

I showered off, and changed into a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt before I returned downstairs already feeling better in my comfy clothes.

My mother was still sitting in the living room sipping her own cup of cocoa flipping through a magazine. She looked up and set down the magazine when she saw me. I could tell that she felt better now that I wasn't wearing clothes covered in my classmate's blood.

"So honey…Do you want to talk about what happened?" She asked and patted the seat next to her indicating for me to sit down.

How was I supposed to reply to that? It's not like I could very well say, 'Bloody Mary did it ma!' and have a cookie. She would send me straight to the loony bin. No, I could never tell her what really happened. Instead, I will have to come up with a fake story, just like I've had to do so many times before.

"So what happened was-" I said ready to begin the lie that I had planned while showering (hey, I knew it was coming okay?). Before I even managed to get another word out, the front door swung opened.

There stood Doc and Dopey looking tremendously wet. The weatherman this morning had said there was a 90 chance of rain, so by the looks of the two, the weatherman was correct.

My mother jumped to her feet and put her hand out in front of them, the universal sign for stop.

"Don't you dare walk inside this house soaking wet! You'll stain the carpet!" She said. Doc and Dopey stopped dead in their tracks and stood on the welcome mat on the front door. There is one thing you don't ever want to do and that is ruin Mom and Andy's house. I think the only reason why she didn't tie me down when I was pacing earlier was because I had just been through what some might call, a traumatic event, oh and the fact that I was covered in blood.

"Don't move. I'm going to get some towels." She said forgetting about me (not that I mind) and went off to find some linen to protect the white carpet and to help dry off the guys.

Once she was gone, I raised an eyebrow at the two of them.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked and took a drink of the Cocoa my mom had lovingly prepared. School doesn't get out for hours but here they are, home before lunch even began.

"They sent everyone home. The police had to investigate or something." Doc replied and took off his shoes and socks and put them on the front porch so Mom wouldn't yell at him for tracking in mud. Dopey followed Doc's lead and did the same thing.

"Word is that you saw the whole thing." Dopey said and stripped off a layer of clothing and placed in on the porch with his shoes and socks.

For the record, I really don't like watching Dopey get undressed.

"Yes. I was there."

"So you saw what happened to Tiffany?" Dopey asked me and leaned against the doorframe.

"Yeah I did." I replied tersely still sipping my Cocoa.

"Did she do it to herself like everyone's saying?" He asked.

Doc said something before I could respond. "Kelly Prescott said that she did do it to herself because she was depressed about Jenny. She also said she scratched her eyeballs out after she broke the mirror in the bathroom."

Huh. So that's how they're explaining it. The police think that Tiffany shattered the mirror and proceeded to, shutter upon shutters, scratch her own eyes out just like her best friend had done.

"Kelly seemed really thank full that you where there to save her." Doc added and tried to whip his glasses off with his wet shirt.

I grunted in reply. Kelly was pretty much the reason why Tiffany's eyeballs where injured since she had been the one to call Bloody Mary.

"Did you guys find out any news about her? Tiffany I mean." I asked chugging the last of the hot cocoa. It was doing wonders for my mood. I was suddenly feeling more relaxed.

"I over heard Father Dominic saying to Sister Ernestine that Tiffany may be blind but it was to soon to tell for sure." Dopey replied and used the doorframe as a scratching post for his back. What a lovely site to see. Not.

My mother returned with the linens and handed them over to the boys. I took this as an opportunity to excuse myself and go upstairs to my room. My mother, still fussing over the fact that they where going to ruin the carpet if they came inside, didn't even notice.

Once in my room, I went over to the mirror, debating whether to do my plan now or later. I opted for later since, if anything went wrong I could have Paul by my side as back up, he'd want to be included anyways (In case anybody is wondering, the plan was to summon Mary and send her soul to wherever souls go).

Besides I needed some questions answered before I could exorcise her. Why had Mary only come to certain people? Kelly was the one who said it, yet Mary did not appear until Kelly was gone. Maybe it was something Tiffany and Jenny had in common?

According to CeeCee, they have been best friends and have been inseparable since the age of 6. Could that be the connection? But that didn't make much sense…

Unless…Unless Tiffany and Jenny did something to piss Mary off giving her a reason to come after the two of them.

My phone rang, breaking me of my thoughts and causing me to jump out of the chair I was sitting in.

I put my hand to my chest and took a deep breath (I was feeling pretty jumpy today) and I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Susannah, its Jesse."

As if I didn't know. As soon as I heard that voice of his my knees melted. Ok. So I was a sap in love. I admit it.

"Hey…What's up?" I plopped down on the window seat and glanced out at the ocean. Something really hard to see because of all the fog and rain.

"I heard about what happened…Father Dominic called me." He replied sounding concerned.

"Yeah it was Bloody Mary Jesse.. She did it to her. To Tiffany I mean. I saw it with my own eyes." I answered.

"But why?"

"I don't really know. I think there's a connection between Tiffany and Jenny but I don't know what it is yet." I stretched out on the window seat and rearranged the pillow.

"Well, need help?" He asked.

"I probably will." I answered and let out a big yawn.

"Quierda. Why don't you take a nap? You sound exhausted." He said.

He was right. I was tired. I hadn't slept much the night before anyway. Plus you know, I saved Tiffany's life and going through that…Well that's enough to drain a girls energy.

"Ok I think I will take a nap. Call me later to wake me up?" I asked letting out yet another yawn.

"I will quierda. Sleep tight."

I hung up the phone and pulled my window shades shut and turned out all the lights making it dark before climbing into my bed.

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I was freezing. My teeth where chattering and for some reason my eyes stung. What was going on?

I opened my eyes and put my fingers to them. When I looked at my fingers I saw they where covered in blood. Oh my God…It was Bloody Mary. She had found me after all.

I sat up quickly and looked at the mirror that faced my bed.

There she was…Staring at me with her black hair covering part of her face, grinning. She was mouthing something to me.

It took me a minute to figure out what she was saying. Then I realized what it was.

Bloody Mary was saying, "There are a few more people left for me to get to. Then I'm coming after you."

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I sat up quickly in my bed, my breathing erratic. It had been a dream. I had merly dreamt that bloody Mary had appeared. My hands flew up to my eyes and when I looked at them not a single drop of blood was there. It really had been just a dream.

I swallowed and glanced at the mirror, if Bloody Mary wasn't there, it would really confirm that it wasn't a dream.

I let out a gasp, not expecting what I was seeing.

On it, written in blood was, "Scared yet?"