Bloody Mary

Late one night, three friends—Emma, Jack, and Mia—gathered in Emma’s dimly lit attic to tell ghost stories. Seeking a thrill, Mia dared them to summon the infamous Bloody Mary. With a mix of skepticism and nervous giggles, they headed to the bathroom, clutching flashlights.

They stood before the mirror, the flashlights' beam flickering as it cast jagged shadows, their reflections twisting and shimmering unnaturally in the dim light. Together, they chanted, “Bloody Mary” three times. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the hum of silence, and Jack broke into laughter, calling the legend a hoax.

But then, the room grew cold—so cold that their breath fogged the glass. Slowly, an icy handprint appeared on the mirror, forming from nowhere. Emma stumbled back, her flashlight trembling. The mirror seemed to ripple, like water disturbed by a pebble, and a shadowy figure emerged, her hollow eyes fixed on the trio.

Mia’s scream shattered the silence as the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. When the lights flickered back on, the mirror was empty, and the handprint had vanished. Though they escaped unscathed, they knew they would never laugh at urban legends again.