Hey everyone! Thanks so much for the reviews! I changed the rating because their might be lots of gore in later chapters. Just want to warn you, this chapter may be a little too scary. There's anothey mini scary story in here for you. Hope you enjoy!

What's Scarier than Vampires?

Before I even noticed Alice was having a vision, the mirror turned dark and showed wooden stairs. A pale woman, about in her twenties, walked down the stairs with a rose in her hand. She was more beautiful than any vampire I had ever seen before. She threw the rose at my feet. I looked at the rose and picked it up to see if it was real. The rose petals were drenched in blood. I looked at my fingertips which were now covered with crimson liquid. My head started spinning when I smelled it. I looked up to get my mind off of the blood, but her face was different.

Her hair wasn't the beautiful long, straight dirty blonde hair that I had seen before. Her face wasn't pale with wide blue eyes and rosy lips. But instead, her skin was shredded, with flesh peeling from her face. A few pieces of glass were wedged into her skin and gown which was soaked with blood. Her hair was messy as if someone had attacked her. Half of us couldn't look away, mesmerized by the gruesome picture before us.

"Damn it, I lost my twenty," Emmett muttered.

"Ha! I won the twenty!" Alice said, snapping out of her vision.

"Even I noticed that before you did," he said.

The woman began to disintegrate before our eyes. The mirror turned back to normal and the lights turned on by themselves. I looked down at the rose in my hand. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor. My bones felt spongy.

"Bella, you okay? You're green," Emmett tapped my shoulder. I jumped.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as loud as I could. I began to get lightheaded and suddenly fainted.

When I woke up, I heard two voices. A velvety voice and a musical soprano voice. I felt someone's cold hand stroking my hair. It made me feel safe after what I had just seen. The voices were speaking low that a human's ears could not catch what they were saying. I listened harder. I only caught one thing. I'm gonna kill Emmett. Inside, I was smiling. He had played way too many pranks on me and scared me way too many times. What were they planning to do though?

I sat up quickly with a smile on my face. Too quickly. I felt lightheaded again. I slapped my hand to my forehead.

"Love, you're awake. It's 3 in the morning," Edward said, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Are you okay?" he said, brushing my hair out of my face.

"Yes! I'm fine! Especially after hearing something like… 'I'm gonna kill Emmett?'" I smiled wider. Edward laughed at my expression. I was probably looking like a maniac right now. "Wait, why are we going to kill Emmett…besides the obvious reasons?"

"Well, for one, he didn't give me my damn twenty," Alice growled. "Two, he started the whole "let's tell scary stories" thing."
Edward raised his eyebrow. "You're the one who suggested we do Bloody Mary." My smile faded. The name sent shivers up and down my spine. It left so many questions. Why did she look like that? What happened to her? Did someone attack her? If she's real, if vampires are real, if werewolves are real, is everything that I thought once to be myth is really truth?

"W-what h-happened to her?" I whispered. I felt as though her spirit was watching me very closely now.

Edward shrugged and Alice cocked her head to the side. I grabbed the book from my bag and searched the Bloody Mary story.

Her real name was Mary Worth. She was 18 years old when she died in a car crash. Her face was mutilated and she bled to death. No one even tried to help her. She vowed revenge to anyone who even tries to call her name through a mirror.

She was 26 years old when she had a baby. The townsfolk thought she was demon possessed, so they beheaded her baby. They forced her to bathe in her baby's blood and then mutilated her face. She became known as Bloody Mary.

"Okay, there're too many versions in here," I sighed. None of it even made sense. Why did she have glass all over her? "Do you guys know anything about her? Why did she look like…that?"

"I'm not sure, but I think Carlisle would know," Alice said.

"Yes, yes. She was real," Carlisle said. "I don't know the exact year she was born, but it was in the 1800s. I remember her very well.

"Her name was Mary Worth. No one really knows what happened to her because her face was damaged. Everyone only noticed that, but they made up their own version of the story and passed it down generation to generation."

"Do you know the real story?" I asked. The question was 'did I want to know the real story? I'm not sure, but my curiosity got the best of me.

"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I do," Carlisle said. "She was a very beautiful girl. She was in her twenties, maybe a little younger than me.

She had married a fine, wealthy young man. She moved into his house and they were deeply in love. She was told that she couldn't

have kids though. The young girl was heartbroken. One night, she stared in the mirror admiring her beauty. She thought, Why can't I

have kids? They would be as beautiful as me. She was so lost in thought, that her husband walked behind her and out of rage,

smashed her face into the mirror. He punched her face repeatedly, over and over again, into the mirror. After a minute or so, he

pulled her from the mirror and looked at her face. Her face was shredded and ripped from the glass. Blood stained her clothes and

the remaining of her face.

"Some people believe that if you die in front of a mirror, then your spirit will live in a mirror forever. Never seeing Heaven and never facing Hell. So Mary's spirit was placed in the mirror, her eternal home. When someone has the courage to say her name three times in front of a mirror, she kills anyone who is prettier than her."

Esme finally spoke. "I remember that story. My mom used to tell me about it all the time. I thought it was just so she would scare me. I think I first heard it in like…1902? I was seven when she told me about it."

The whole story rushed through my head. Fine, wealthy young man. She couldn't have kids. Smashed her face into the mirror. I winced at the images flashing through my head. Face was shredded and ripped. I began to feel dizzy and noticed I was holding my breath. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Well, at least there's a lesson that needs to be learned. Don't admire your beauty too much. It may cost you one day," Edward said, smiling at Rosalie. Rosalie glared at him.

Emmett laughed. "Anyone up for more scary stories?"

We gathered around the campfire again. It's already three-thirty in the morning. The glow of the fire made Alice's face disturbing.

She began, "There was once a babysitter who was asked to care for twins. One was a girl, the other a boy.

"It was about 10:00 at night when she sent the kids to bed. She was watching TV when she got a phone call.

"Hello?" she answered the closest phone, which was next to the couch.

"Bloody finger is at the entrance of your neighborhood."

It hung up. Ignoring the call, the babysitter went back to watching the TV. After about five minutes, the phone rang again.

"Hello?" she answered again.

"Bloody finger is at your door."

It hung up again. The babysitter thought nothing of it. She watched the TV again. After flipping through the channels, the TV turned off by itself. The phone rang immediately after.

"Hello?" she answered. This time, she was aggravated.

"Bloody finger is right behind you," a voice said.

She dropped the phone, turning around slowly, and gasped.

The twins were in their bedroom sleeping. They heard loud noises from downstairs. Something like, thump, thump, draaaaag. Thump, thump, draaaaag.

"I'm scared," the girl said.

The boy scooted to the side of his bed and motioned for her to sleep next to him.

She got out of her bed and climbed into his. He hugged her.

"Don't worry. We'll wait for our parents to come home," he said.

They fell asleep. In the morning, they heard a yell from their dad and a high pitched shriek from their mom.

The kids ran out of their room and gasped at what they saw.

About four steps away from their door was the babysitter lying in a pool of her own blood. Her arms were cut of at the elbows.

The mother got sick at the sight and ran outside to throw up.

The children explained to the dad about the noise that they heard at night. At night, they would hear thump, thump, draaaaag. Thump, thump, draaaag.

The kids and the dad realized what the noise was--that that was the babysitter was struggling to climb the stairs to get to the children's bedroom. But no one knows if she was climbing the stairs to save the kids…or to get revenge on them for not saving her."

Alice smiled, proud of herself and her scary story. Her teeth glistened as the fire crackled in the night.

Emmett broke the silence as he began to snore.

A second passed and Alice threw a large rock at his head.

"What the—I was sleeping here!" Emmett said.

"Vampires can't sleep, dumbass," Edward retorted. Emmett got up.

"You wanna go, shorty?" Emmett teased.

I laughed. "Guys, I think we need to go to bed now." I said, getting up. I walked towards the cabin, but Edward held me back.

"We can't sleep, remember?" Edward said.

"Then what do you guys do at night?" After a few seconds, I realized I asked the wrong question when Emmett looked lustfully at Rosalie, Rosalie smirked, Alice and Jasper exchanged glances, and Edward shuddered. Carlisle and Esme were already in the cabin. I wondered what Carlisle and Esme were doing at the moment.

"Oh. Never mind," I whispered. Edward picked me up and carried me to our room. The same room where we summoned Bloody Mary.

The rose was still on the floor, making its own pool of blood. I stared at it for a few seconds and the pool of blood seemed to get larger by the second. Esme walked in past us. I could tell she was holding her breath as she cleaned the mess on the floor. She threw the paper towel away and hugged me.

"Don't worry, Bella. We'll protect you," she said. I smiled. She handed me the rose. "Goodnight," she said and left.

I placed the rose in a vase and put it on the dresser drawer. I changed into my pajamas and went to bed. As always, Edward slept with me.

It was kind of hard to sleep though. Every minute, I would wake up and look at the mirror. The fifth time I looked at the mirror, I could've sworn I saw something. I think I saw Mary's bloody face staring right at me…smiling. I stiffened.

"Edward," I whispered, not facing him. I stared at the mirror, afraid that if I turned away, she would disappear. He was too busy kissing my neck.

"What?" he moaned.

"The mirror," I whispered again. Mary winked at me and disappeared as soon as Edward looked up. I shuddered and pushed myself closer to his body.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Edward said, as his nose skimmed across my jaw.

I nodded and he kissed my neck. He kept kissing me all night. I stared at the mirror all night. And Mary smiled back...

Thanks for reading the chapter! If you have any scary stories that you want me to put in the story, just send it to me! Don't forget to review! And don't forget...Mary's always watching you.