Title: Hello. It's Mary-San

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Sakura, Mebuki

Story collection: Bits and Pieces: Horror Edition

Word count: 665

Warnings: talks of: off screen murder

Urban Legend: Mary-san

AN: Reposting more.

Digging through her moving boxes, Sakura frowned, sitting back on the heels of her feet. "Mom! I think I lost Mary-san!" she called out. Mebuki walked into her daughter's room, wiping off her hands on a rag as she frowned.

"I could have sworn that she had been wrapped up and put into one of your clothes boxes," she said. Sakura sighed.

"She was. But not now. I don't know," Sakura groaned. She stood up and looked around the room, wondering how she was going to settle in without her beloved Western style doll. Her father had found her in an antique shop when she had been six on a business trip and bought it home for her, knowing she loved such dolls. The doll had been old and well-loved. Sakura had named her Mary-san the moment she saw her.

But now her doll had been lost in the move and she was not very happy about it.

"Don't worry about it, dear. If she's in the house, we'll find her," Mebuki promised, leaving her daughter to continue to unpack her room.

A month later, and her parents were out at a business dinner, leaving Sakura alone for the night, Mary-san still lost. She had settled in front of the low sitting table that acted like their coffee table, doing her homework for the night while watching some romance movie that was playing on the TV. The house phone rang while she was working on her maths homework, making sure her numbers were clearly printed.

Looking up, she put her pen to the side and stood up, walking over to the phone and picking up the cordless phone.

"Hello, Haruno house. Sakura speaking," she greeted.

"Hello. It's Mary-san. I'm at the garbage dump now."

Pulling the phone away from her ear, she quickly hung up before swallowing, shivering. The voice had been hollow and so…eerie that she felt the need to check all the windows and doors of the house. As she was making sure that the front door had been locked, the phone rang again. Swallowing, she answered.

"Hello, it's Mary-san. I'm at the corner store now."

Hanging up again, Sakura shivered and ran for the living room, turning off the TV as she turned on all the lights there. She knew where the corner store was. It was just ten minutes away from the new house that she had moved to with her parents.

Trembling with fear, she answered the phone when it rang again. "Hello, it's Mary-san. I'm in front of your house now." Hanging up and dropping the phone to the ground, she rushed to the front door and yanked the door open unthinking in her terror.

She found nothing there and slumped against the door frame, eyes scanning around the front of her house. There was no Western doll anywhere, and there were no humans on the street. "Maybe it was just a prank," she muttered to herself as she closed and locked the door once more.

Going into the living room, she picked up the phone and started to carry it to it's base again, wanting to continue to work on her homework now that the calls were done.

She jumped when the phone rang in her hand. Frowning and thinking that her parents were calling to check on her again, she answered. "Hello…" she got out.

"Hello. It's Mary-san. I'm right behind you…"

The phone slipped from her grasp as she turned around, eyes wide and horrified…

Later that night, her parents opened the front door, wondering why the living room lights were still on so late when they knew their daughter usually went to bed at a decent hour when she had school the next day. They got their answer when they walked into the living room.

Sakura Haruno was on the floor, surrounded by her own blood, stabbed to death as she stared at her parents with a look of horror frozen on her face.