I didn't want to meet Maria. Of course, I heard about her. We all heard about her.

My teenage friends called her "Bloody Mary", "Mary Worth", or "The Witch Mary". She passed through the mirror on a playful night when a girl-like giggle and a red candle lured her from the darkness.

My friends and I looked into the bathroom mirror and said, "Mary Worth. Mary Worth. I believe in you, Mary Worth."

(I didn't believe in Mary Worth.)

First of all, why does this ghost witch cross the barrier to live in the same place where the toilet flushes from the dead? If I were a blood-soaked 19th-century spirit, I would have enough lessons to at least use a porter or mirror as my portal. Unfortunately, such inappropriate details are often lost when gesturing to the mirror witch in a friend circle.

On that irrational night, my girlfriend and I played Bloody Mary, but we decided it would be better to summon her.

I volunteered first because I was the most skeptical in our tribe.

Perhaps Mary felt fear after singing, spinning, sweating, and making bad noises for 10 minutes before a dark image appeared in the mirror. When I squinted, I saw her face, pale and horrible, with long black hair and eyes turned black by malice.

I screamed loudly enough to shatter all the mirrors in the house.

Hushi Byers may have distorted some of these memories, but what I remember most about that horrible moment is my girlfriend holding my trembling body as we laughed about it later. And we never played that damn demon's game again.

Of course, we played other games...

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Bloody Mary

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