Direktlänk till inlägg 23 oktober 2013
Once upon a time, there were three little girls who would slepp alone in a dark house.
'' Hey! You wanna play a game? '' The first girl asked.
'' What is it called? '' The second girl asked.
It become quit.
'' Bloody Mary...'' The first girls said.
To play Bloody Mary you have to get to a small dark room, with only a light candle and a mirror.
Place you self infront of the mirrow with the candle. Look close in the mirror and say.
'' Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary''
And you will look like Bloody Mary in the mirror.
The first girl walked in to the room, took the candle and looked in to the mirror.
'' Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary '' She said.
She looked at her reflection.
She feelt something dripping on her shoulder.
She walked out.
The second girl walked in to the small dark room, took the candle and looked in to the mirror.
'' Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary '' She said.
She looked close to the mirror and saw that her blonde hair hade become dark.
She feelt a wet dripping down on her shoulder. It was to dark in the room to see what.
She walked out
The third girl walked in to the small dark room, took the candle and looked to the mirror.
She looked closly.
'' Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary... ''
She whipered.
She looked at the mirror.
A girl with dark hair and no eyes looked back at her, her face was covered in blood.
She feelt something dripping down on her shoulder. She took the candle to light up.
The ''something'' who was dripping on her shoulder was blood. She looked fast at the mirror. The blood feel on her candle and everthing become black.
The mirror broke.
It was black.
It was a scream.
It was a pain.
It was a bloody body.
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
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