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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Chapter 3: Ghosts and Ghouls May Freak You Out, But Hugs Will Never Hurt You
We sat in a comfortable silence as Aggie made us tea, and coffee for Thomas. The silence was getting longer, and more awkward, but the tea kettle whistled and Aggie hurriedly got up to get it. Her house looked either bigger, or smaller on the inside than on the outside. I was guessing bigger. Besides the mismatched furniture, it looked like an average Earth house, but then again, some houses have much more mismatched interior. Aggie came back a few minutes later with a tray of teacups, a tea kettle (which was supposedly full), a coffee mug, a milk jug, and a few of those tiny dishes with various sweeteners in them. She prepared everything and we started drinking, but immediately stopped.
“To hot!” Mary, Thomas and I shouted at the same time, while Aggie just sipped her tea casually.
“Really?” she asked, taking the cup away from her lips and examining it. “It seems perfectly normal to me. But I suppose it’s because I have death himself as my father, and Hell is considered a place with a lot of flames, right? Maybe I had an immunity when I was born.”
This got me curious. “Death himself?”
Aggie laughed. “Well, not exactly. I have the closest you can have without it actually being Death. My dad is the Grim Reaper. Would you like the rest of the story?”
I nodded quickly, and Aggie went through her story. Judging on the way she told it, I think she was bursting at the seams wanting to tell it.
“You see,” she started. “My dad never stayed with anyone for too long, he was either considered a ‘playboy’ or whoever he was married to died. It broke his heart having to tell them they had to die. But his heart had been broken long before that, perhaps centuries, and a few decades thrown in there. His first love was a mortal woman, she had long black hair, and was particularly slender. He was told the people he had to see that day and she was on the list. He came into her home, and was getting ready to show himself when he saw her. It was love at first sight,” she sighed dreamily. “So he added more sand to her hourglass-incase you didn’t know, that’s what measures your lifespan-and moved on to the next person. He kept doing this for a few more years, but he knew he could only do it for so long until he got caught. So, one day, he decided that he would meet her formally. She was surprised at first, but then she slowly got used to death courting her. She soon fell in love with him too. When he explained that she had to be killed in a-”
“Killed?!” I exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes, killed,” nodded Aggie. “Now as I was saying, when he explained she had to be killed in a certain way, she immediately agreed out of love for him. He told her a bit more about it but she still agreed. Unfortunately, the procedure failed. He ended up heart-broken and never the same again...” she trailed off with a sad look on her face, but then smiled brightly. “Until he met my mom!”
“Huh?”
“Well, let me explain, here,” she persisted. “Their relationship wasn’t all happiness, love, rainbows and unicorns. They met at, well, a meeting! There are kind of these annual meetings that take place so everyone can catch up with each others business. Usually, my dad wouldn’t go, but since he had nothing better to do he went. And as soon as he laid eyes on her, he remembered. My mom was his childhood enemy. Now, my mom felt the rage heat behind her and turned around. ‘You!’ they both screamed at each other. All-in-all, they ruined the meeting entirely. They should have known not to sit next to the other person, but they did. And that was just the start of it, they ran into each other all the time! Like out shopping, at social gatherings, and my dad even came to meetings more often. I was their first child, or second, depending on how you look at it...” She trailed off and the story ended.
This, of course, led me to want to ask even more questions. I settled with one. “First child? Don’t you have older siblings? I mean, I thought I saw them outside.”
“Oh...” she said. “Oh, oh, oh! They’re only my half-brothers and sisters. Don’t you go around thinking my mom only had one husband.”
I laughed, then turned to see Mary and Thomas whom I had almost forgotten were there. Thomas blushed (don’t ask me how ghosts can blush, it’s rather hard to explain) when I saw that he had been looking at me, and Mary looked at him and laughed.
Aggie gave us some tea packets, and we left shortly after. The walk home was unusually quiet, and for a reason I can’t comprehend in the least, I burst out laughing. After a few seconds, Mary joined in my laughing, and Thomas was running around wondering what was wrong with us, which made us laugh even more.
I took a deep breath and tried to regain my balance, and Mary’s laughter slowly faded out too. “Wow,” I said. “Just wow.”
“What’s wow?”
“I don’t know. Just ‘it,’ y’know?”
“If you mean ‘it’ is wow, so therefore, wow is wow, then yes. I do know.”
Thomas just looked at us with a confused expression on his face, too stunned for words. “Uh, what? Are you guys alright?” he asked, when he finally got his voice back.
Mary and I exchanged a glance then linked arms like a superhero duo in some cheap anime. “Yes! Yes we are!” we said triumphantly.
“Alright,” Thomas said, nodding. “I’ll take that as a ‘no.’”
We all laughed for a bit, then started on our way. There was something different about the way we took this time, but I didn’t know what it was. Everything looked the same, but something about it felt different. Sometimes I wish I could read minds. It would have made figuring this out a lot easier.
When we reached the building with all the mirrors, I looked up at it in surprise. It was a whole lot different on the outside than the inside. It was a big, shiny, black cube. With the exception of the large wooden door leading inside. Mary opened the door and ushered me in, but Thomas stopped and leaned against the door frame.
“What? Why aren’t you coming in?” I asked, maybe this was that strange feeling I was... feeling earlier?
“Ah...” he ruffled his hair, and sounded tired. It might have been on purpose. “Only people who can go in there are Mary, her dad, and whoever she brings out of there. Animals are the exception, they can go in and out as the please.”
“Oh,” I said quietly. “Bye then,” I waved goodbye to Thomas and stepped inside. It was surprising that my mirror was so close to the door, though. Just right there. Maybe Mary had moved them? I didn’t ask, because I felt I had asked to many questions for one day anyway.
“Alright,” Mary instructed. “For this, you’ll have to jump in the mirror to get back home. That wind trick only works one way. So are you ready?”
I nodded, but then looked at Mary’s bruise. Based on the... creatures (?) I met today, that had to’ve been from her dad. I just knew it. So instead of jumping through the mirror, I leapt onto Mary and gave her the biggest hug I think I’ve ever given anybody. Ever.
“To hot!” Mary, Thomas and I shouted at the same time, while Aggie just sipped her tea casually.
“Really?” she asked, taking the cup away from her lips and examining it. “It seems perfectly normal to me. But I suppose it’s because I have death himself as my father, and Hell is considered a place with a lot of flames, right? Maybe I had an immunity when I was born.”
This got me curious. “Death himself?”
Aggie laughed. “Well, not exactly. I have the closest you can have without it actually being Death. My dad is the Grim Reaper. Would you like the rest of the story?”
I nodded quickly, and Aggie went through her story. Judging on the way she told it, I think she was bursting at the seams wanting to tell it.
“You see,” she started. “My dad never stayed with anyone for too long, he was either considered a ‘playboy’ or whoever he was married to died. It broke his heart having to tell them they had to die. But his heart had been broken long before that, perhaps centuries, and a few decades thrown in there. His first love was a mortal woman, she had long black hair, and was particularly slender. He was told the people he had to see that day and she was on the list. He came into her home, and was getting ready to show himself when he saw her. It was love at first sight,” she sighed dreamily. “So he added more sand to her hourglass-incase you didn’t know, that’s what measures your lifespan-and moved on to the next person. He kept doing this for a few more years, but he knew he could only do it for so long until he got caught. So, one day, he decided that he would meet her formally. She was surprised at first, but then she slowly got used to death courting her. She soon fell in love with him too. When he explained that she had to be killed in a-”
“Killed?!” I exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes, killed,” nodded Aggie. “Now as I was saying, when he explained she had to be killed in a certain way, she immediately agreed out of love for him. He told her a bit more about it but she still agreed. Unfortunately, the procedure failed. He ended up heart-broken and never the same again...” she trailed off with a sad look on her face, but then smiled brightly. “Until he met my mom!”
“Huh?”
“Well, let me explain, here,” she persisted. “Their relationship wasn’t all happiness, love, rainbows and unicorns. They met at, well, a meeting! There are kind of these annual meetings that take place so everyone can catch up with each others business. Usually, my dad wouldn’t go, but since he had nothing better to do he went. And as soon as he laid eyes on her, he remembered. My mom was his childhood enemy. Now, my mom felt the rage heat behind her and turned around. ‘You!’ they both screamed at each other. All-in-all, they ruined the meeting entirely. They should have known not to sit next to the other person, but they did. And that was just the start of it, they ran into each other all the time! Like out shopping, at social gatherings, and my dad even came to meetings more often. I was their first child, or second, depending on how you look at it...” She trailed off and the story ended.
This, of course, led me to want to ask even more questions. I settled with one. “First child? Don’t you have older siblings? I mean, I thought I saw them outside.”
“Oh...” she said. “Oh, oh, oh! They’re only my half-brothers and sisters. Don’t you go around thinking my mom only had one husband.”
I laughed, then turned to see Mary and Thomas whom I had almost forgotten were there. Thomas blushed (don’t ask me how ghosts can blush, it’s rather hard to explain) when I saw that he had been looking at me, and Mary looked at him and laughed.
Aggie gave us some tea packets, and we left shortly after. The walk home was unusually quiet, and for a reason I can’t comprehend in the least, I burst out laughing. After a few seconds, Mary joined in my laughing, and Thomas was running around wondering what was wrong with us, which made us laugh even more.
I took a deep breath and tried to regain my balance, and Mary’s laughter slowly faded out too. “Wow,” I said. “Just wow.”
“What’s wow?”
“I don’t know. Just ‘it,’ y’know?”
“If you mean ‘it’ is wow, so therefore, wow is wow, then yes. I do know.”
Thomas just looked at us with a confused expression on his face, too stunned for words. “Uh, what? Are you guys alright?” he asked, when he finally got his voice back.
Mary and I exchanged a glance then linked arms like a superhero duo in some cheap anime. “Yes! Yes we are!” we said triumphantly.
“Alright,” Thomas said, nodding. “I’ll take that as a ‘no.’”
We all laughed for a bit, then started on our way. There was something different about the way we took this time, but I didn’t know what it was. Everything looked the same, but something about it felt different. Sometimes I wish I could read minds. It would have made figuring this out a lot easier.
When we reached the building with all the mirrors, I looked up at it in surprise. It was a whole lot different on the outside than the inside. It was a big, shiny, black cube. With the exception of the large wooden door leading inside. Mary opened the door and ushered me in, but Thomas stopped and leaned against the door frame.
“What? Why aren’t you coming in?” I asked, maybe this was that strange feeling I was... feeling earlier?
“Ah...” he ruffled his hair, and sounded tired. It might have been on purpose. “Only people who can go in there are Mary, her dad, and whoever she brings out of there. Animals are the exception, they can go in and out as the please.”
“Oh,” I said quietly. “Bye then,” I waved goodbye to Thomas and stepped inside. It was surprising that my mirror was so close to the door, though. Just right there. Maybe Mary had moved them? I didn’t ask, because I felt I had asked to many questions for one day anyway.
“Alright,” Mary instructed. “For this, you’ll have to jump in the mirror to get back home. That wind trick only works one way. So are you ready?”
I nodded, but then looked at Mary’s bruise. Based on the... creatures (?) I met today, that had to’ve been from her dad. I just knew it. So instead of jumping through the mirror, I leapt onto Mary and gave her the biggest hug I think I’ve ever given anybody. Ever.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Chapter 2: Darcy Through the Looking Glass?!
The next day went by all to slowly. I was sitting at my desk, doodling in my notebook, even though I was supposed to be working on math. My teachers didn’t mind though. I was ahead, and probably had more common sense than most people my age. I put my pencil down on my desk and looked down at my uniform. I didn’t think a short plaid skirt, a dress shirt, a sweater, and a striped tie really ‘qualified’ as good clothes to move around in, so I had a change of clothes in my bag. Ari sat in front of me today, and I looked at the back of her head as she worked diligently on her math. She was the reason I had actually talked to someone after school, and had something to do besides homework. The bell rang, signaling the end of this class and the start of a new one. I had Art next, and Ari had Science, so I caught up to her in the hallway. I panted, then grabbed her shoulder.
“Hey Ari, thank you! If I explained, you probably would either scream or laugh, so just thank you.”
“Uh...” she looked at me with confusion evident on her face. “You’re welcome?”
I laughed, knowing she would never know what I was talking about. “Yeah. Thanks again. I’ll see you tomorrow in Math!” I ran to the art room, and Ari just stared at me strangely before heading off to Science.
After school ended, I waited outside with the other kids before heading to the bathroom to change. I told my mom that morning that I would be walking home. Just so you know, my dad left us when he found out I was going to be born. I was perfectly fine with just me and Mom. She worked most of the time, so I could do basically what ever. But onto the subject on hand. I changed into a pre-layered shirt (if you’re a fashionista, you’ll probably know what I mean, if you’re not, ask the fashionista) some old jeans, and my sneakers. I took off my headband and shoved into my backpack with my uniform before going up to the mirror. I repeated Bloody Mary ten times again, but Mary took a few moments to show up this time. The first thing I noticed was that she had a large bruise on her cheek.
“Mary!” I exclaimed, before anything else. “What happened? Does this... have to do with your-”
Mary cut me off. “It’s nothing, I promise. I just want to show you what I haven’t shown anyone else before. Don’t hold onto something!”
“What?!” I cried, before I felt a strange force either pushing or pulling me into the mirror. I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I was standing next to Mary who was beaming up at me. She was an inch or two shorter than I was, which surprised me, because in the mirror, she seemed exactly my height. “It’s nice to see in color! You’re much prettier this way!”
I looked around to see myself in a room filled with mirrors, and doorways, that I guessed, lead to more rooms, with more mirrors. “In color? What do you mean?”
“Through the mirrors, I can only see black and white. I can’t see anything in color,” she explained. “And this,” she waved her arms around to the room dramatically. “Is how I get to peoples’ mirrors. But come on, we have so much more to see!”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me through a door, and bright sunlight hit my face and blinded me for a minute. My eyes adjusted, and I looked at my surroundings. There were a few buildings here an there, but otherwise, the place was pretty desolate. Red and desolate. Mary looked around and pouted. “Thomas isn’t here! He said he would be here! Let’s go look for him.” She pulled me towards a destination unknown and I looked at her features. The red glow I had seen around her in the mirror was gone, but now her hair had a slight red tint to it. I also noticed that her hands were extremely cold, but surprisingly enough, I didn’t have a problem with it. Again I asked myself, what was going on? Then I heard a voice behind me, “Mary?” I jumped slightly and Mary turned around. When I fully took in that there was a person behind us, so did I.
He looked at me curiously, and turned back to Mary. “Who’s this?” he asked.
I stuck out my hand. “I’m Darcy Jenkins,” I said as he shook my hand. “Nice to meet you.”
He nodded and let go of my hand. “Nice to meet you too.” There was something strange about him. I didn’t know what, though. “I’m-”
Then I got it. I could see through him. Right through him. “A ghost!” I exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. He laughed.
“Well, I was going to say ‘Thomas,’ but what you said was right too. I’m Mary’s cousin,” he said, as Mary moved to stand beside him. She smiled at the thirteen or fourteen year old ghost beside her, then at me.
“I was wondering when you’d catch on!” She turned to Thomas. “Now let’s go! I want to introduce her to Aggie before she has to leave!”
Thomas nodded slightly, and we started walking to where we would find Aggie. “So,” I started, trying to make conversation. “If you’re a ghost, how can I touch you?”
Thomas sighed. “Those kind of things are just stereotypes. Most ghosts can actually turn ‘solid’ on command. And as you can see, we actually resemble people. You mortals have twisted ghosts into something none of us would have expected over the years.”
We took a left, and I saw a small purple shack with a blue roof in front of us. There were tons of little kids all over the yard, and the tallest ones (a boy and a girl, who looked about seventeen in earth standards) were watching over them. Another girl was playing with the ones that looked about five in a sand box. When she looked up, she noticed us and stood up, brushing sand off of her dress. They all looked pretty normal, but again, there was something strange about them I couldn’t put my finger on. She went up to Mary, who whispered something in her ear, and then turned to me. “Agatha Redding, demented rag doll. You can call me Aggie, though.” she stuck out a fingerless hand, which I shook awkwardly. So this was what was different about them, I also noticed her mouth was stitched.
“Darcy Jenkins,” I said, smiling. “Nice to meet you.”
There was a small silent moment, but then Aggie decided to speak up. “Want to come in for a drink? We just went to the market, so you’re in luck.”
Thomas, Mary and I nodded at each other, so we all went inside the strange house. What wasn’t strange about today?
“Hey Ari, thank you! If I explained, you probably would either scream or laugh, so just thank you.”
“Uh...” she looked at me with confusion evident on her face. “You’re welcome?”
I laughed, knowing she would never know what I was talking about. “Yeah. Thanks again. I’ll see you tomorrow in Math!” I ran to the art room, and Ari just stared at me strangely before heading off to Science.
*°*°*
After school ended, I waited outside with the other kids before heading to the bathroom to change. I told my mom that morning that I would be walking home. Just so you know, my dad left us when he found out I was going to be born. I was perfectly fine with just me and Mom. She worked most of the time, so I could do basically what ever. But onto the subject on hand. I changed into a pre-layered shirt (if you’re a fashionista, you’ll probably know what I mean, if you’re not, ask the fashionista) some old jeans, and my sneakers. I took off my headband and shoved into my backpack with my uniform before going up to the mirror. I repeated Bloody Mary ten times again, but Mary took a few moments to show up this time. The first thing I noticed was that she had a large bruise on her cheek.
“Mary!” I exclaimed, before anything else. “What happened? Does this... have to do with your-”
Mary cut me off. “It’s nothing, I promise. I just want to show you what I haven’t shown anyone else before. Don’t hold onto something!”
“What?!” I cried, before I felt a strange force either pushing or pulling me into the mirror. I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I was standing next to Mary who was beaming up at me. She was an inch or two shorter than I was, which surprised me, because in the mirror, she seemed exactly my height. “It’s nice to see in color! You’re much prettier this way!”
I looked around to see myself in a room filled with mirrors, and doorways, that I guessed, lead to more rooms, with more mirrors. “In color? What do you mean?”
“Through the mirrors, I can only see black and white. I can’t see anything in color,” she explained. “And this,” she waved her arms around to the room dramatically. “Is how I get to peoples’ mirrors. But come on, we have so much more to see!”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me through a door, and bright sunlight hit my face and blinded me for a minute. My eyes adjusted, and I looked at my surroundings. There were a few buildings here an there, but otherwise, the place was pretty desolate. Red and desolate. Mary looked around and pouted. “Thomas isn’t here! He said he would be here! Let’s go look for him.” She pulled me towards a destination unknown and I looked at her features. The red glow I had seen around her in the mirror was gone, but now her hair had a slight red tint to it. I also noticed that her hands were extremely cold, but surprisingly enough, I didn’t have a problem with it. Again I asked myself, what was going on? Then I heard a voice behind me, “Mary?” I jumped slightly and Mary turned around. When I fully took in that there was a person behind us, so did I.
He looked at me curiously, and turned back to Mary. “Who’s this?” he asked.
I stuck out my hand. “I’m Darcy Jenkins,” I said as he shook my hand. “Nice to meet you.”
He nodded and let go of my hand. “Nice to meet you too.” There was something strange about him. I didn’t know what, though. “I’m-”
Then I got it. I could see through him. Right through him. “A ghost!” I exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. He laughed.
“Well, I was going to say ‘Thomas,’ but what you said was right too. I’m Mary’s cousin,” he said, as Mary moved to stand beside him. She smiled at the thirteen or fourteen year old ghost beside her, then at me.
“I was wondering when you’d catch on!” She turned to Thomas. “Now let’s go! I want to introduce her to Aggie before she has to leave!”
Thomas nodded slightly, and we started walking to where we would find Aggie. “So,” I started, trying to make conversation. “If you’re a ghost, how can I touch you?”
Thomas sighed. “Those kind of things are just stereotypes. Most ghosts can actually turn ‘solid’ on command. And as you can see, we actually resemble people. You mortals have twisted ghosts into something none of us would have expected over the years.”
We took a left, and I saw a small purple shack with a blue roof in front of us. There were tons of little kids all over the yard, and the tallest ones (a boy and a girl, who looked about seventeen in earth standards) were watching over them. Another girl was playing with the ones that looked about five in a sand box. When she looked up, she noticed us and stood up, brushing sand off of her dress. They all looked pretty normal, but again, there was something strange about them I couldn’t put my finger on. She went up to Mary, who whispered something in her ear, and then turned to me. “Agatha Redding, demented rag doll. You can call me Aggie, though.” she stuck out a fingerless hand, which I shook awkwardly. So this was what was different about them, I also noticed her mouth was stitched.
“Darcy Jenkins,” I said, smiling. “Nice to meet you.”
There was a small silent moment, but then Aggie decided to speak up. “Want to come in for a drink? We just went to the market, so you’re in luck.”
Thomas, Mary and I nodded at each other, so we all went inside the strange house. What wasn’t strange about today?
Chapter 1: Ari's Show and Tell Experiment
I stood in the school bathroom and looked at the mirror curiously. During show and tell-or as our teachers called it ‘weekly presentation’ because we were in fifth grade-Ari told the class about a book she was reading, which was about some Urban Legends and stuff. There was one about a woman who died in a swimming pool or something. I couldn’t remember exactly.
Quick things about Ari; no one knew what her full name was really. Everyone just called her Ari, I didn’t even know her full name and I had been in the same class with her for two years. Well, anyway, she’s actually really pretty. I think she’s part Mexican, but I couldn’t be sure. Her hair was a chestnut, or hazelnut color that went half-way between her elbows and shoulders. Her eyes were the same color. She scared me though. We were sitting on the floor, watching a presentation of sorts, and she was sitting in front of me. When Ari turned back, she was glaring at first, then she smiled. An overly sweet, sugary, smile. My friends also blamed her for the disappearance of my stuffed poodle doll, and my sparkly markers. I didn’t want to blame anyone, so I didn’t. If I had gotten to know her better, we could have been good friends. It was a little late for that now, though. Well, that’s Ari.
Where was I? Oh yeah, bathroom, mirror, urban legends. So, basically, the legend, or myth, or whatever that stuck in my head was- I’m gonna let you guess. Ok, now....THINK!!! ..................... Got your answer? Good. Well, you may be wrong, you may be right. It was Bloody Mary. You had to say her name five, or ten, or forty times to get her to show up in the mirror. I touched the mirror with my fingertips, and gazed into it wonderingly. I took a deep breathe and removed my hand from the glass. Since I didn’t know the number, I decided I would just keep counting until she showed up. But if I said Bloody Mary more than one-hundred times, I was giving up and going home. It was after school, and some people were staying to work some more. I stayed because my parents got off work late, and I didn’t really want to work. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” I took a short pause. It wasn’t five. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” I repeated and the glass in front of me fogged unexpectedly. After it fogged, a figure with black hair, drooping, and covering her face appeared. I screamed and jumped back. The figure raised her head too, and did the same actions I did. I cautiously approached the mirror, and so did she. I frowned and put my hands on my hips (Or hands on my imagination, as one of my teachers said) “Alright, I know you’re a mirror, but seriously. Stop copying me.” Her eye’s widened and tears threatened to spill. “I’m so... SOOOOOORRY!!!!!” She wailed, sobbing and trying to gasp for breath.
Her cry was unexpected and I rushed over and climbed on the bathroom counter, between two of the sinks. Since there was a barrier in between of us, it made it harder to get her to stop crying, but I managed. Putting both hands on the glass tenderly, I tried to calm her down. “Don’t worry, you have nothing to apologize for. You just took what I said the wrong way, ok?” I was unsure of what I was saying, though. “I-I’m sorry!” she whimpered, curling herself up, and bringing her knees to her chest. Her long black dress hung limply around her. “I didn’t mean to, we-we just had the same reactions. I mean, no one ever calls me! They think I’m fake! I-I’m not fake!”
“I know,” I said, deciding to put up with her rambling.
“It’s n-not my fault, y’know...” she trailed off and hiccuped. I would have put my arm around her, but as you already know, that was physically impossible. “I know,” I said again.
After the girl fully calmed down, my curiosity peaked and I started asking questions. “So, are you Bloody Mary?” I asked first, since that seemed primary. She nodded, the blood red glow around her moved too. “Yeah, that’s what they call me. But if you want, you can just call me Mary. Who’re you?”
“Me?” I motioned to myself. Of course it was me, no one else was around. “I’m Darcy Jenkins.” I paused, and then remembered what I was wondering earlier. “Hey, did a girl with brownish hair, about... so long,” I motioned to the spot on my arm. “Come and talk to you?”
Mary pouted. “Yeah, but she just ran out screaming when she saw me. She wasn’t nice.” I coughed. I might have run out screaming too, if I hadn’t had my senses in me. “Yeah, but that’s just Ari.”
“Ari? Is that her name? Hmph. I’m never answering her calls again.” I coughed again. I knew Ari would never call again. “So, where are you? How do you get to everyone’s mirrors?”
Mary took a deep breath, and went into a lengthy explanation. “Well, I’m in the Hall of Mirrors. It leads into all other mirrors in all other worlds. Why I got assigned to this, I have no idea. But the Hall of Mirrors in the Nightmare World. It’s basically a world of all the monsters and creepers. Kinda like Halloween Town! Boy, I loved that movie...” She shook her head and went on. “So, I have my cousin Thomas here, there’s also my best friend. Aggie is her name. And her-” She stopped and turned away from me. When she turned back, she was glancing around worriedly. “Um... Sorry. But my Dad is calling me and he’s really scary,” she quickly looked behind her again. “So, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow, though! Have some good moving around clothes on!” She waved goodbye and disappeared from the mirror. What was going on?
Quick things about Ari; no one knew what her full name was really. Everyone just called her Ari, I didn’t even know her full name and I had been in the same class with her for two years. Well, anyway, she’s actually really pretty. I think she’s part Mexican, but I couldn’t be sure. Her hair was a chestnut, or hazelnut color that went half-way between her elbows and shoulders. Her eyes were the same color. She scared me though. We were sitting on the floor, watching a presentation of sorts, and she was sitting in front of me. When Ari turned back, she was glaring at first, then she smiled. An overly sweet, sugary, smile. My friends also blamed her for the disappearance of my stuffed poodle doll, and my sparkly markers. I didn’t want to blame anyone, so I didn’t. If I had gotten to know her better, we could have been good friends. It was a little late for that now, though. Well, that’s Ari.
Where was I? Oh yeah, bathroom, mirror, urban legends. So, basically, the legend, or myth, or whatever that stuck in my head was- I’m gonna let you guess. Ok, now....THINK!!! ..................... Got your answer? Good. Well, you may be wrong, you may be right. It was Bloody Mary. You had to say her name five, or ten, or forty times to get her to show up in the mirror. I touched the mirror with my fingertips, and gazed into it wonderingly. I took a deep breathe and removed my hand from the glass. Since I didn’t know the number, I decided I would just keep counting until she showed up. But if I said Bloody Mary more than one-hundred times, I was giving up and going home. It was after school, and some people were staying to work some more. I stayed because my parents got off work late, and I didn’t really want to work. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” I took a short pause. It wasn’t five. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” I repeated and the glass in front of me fogged unexpectedly. After it fogged, a figure with black hair, drooping, and covering her face appeared. I screamed and jumped back. The figure raised her head too, and did the same actions I did. I cautiously approached the mirror, and so did she. I frowned and put my hands on my hips (Or hands on my imagination, as one of my teachers said) “Alright, I know you’re a mirror, but seriously. Stop copying me.” Her eye’s widened and tears threatened to spill. “I’m so... SOOOOOORRY!!!!!” She wailed, sobbing and trying to gasp for breath.
Her cry was unexpected and I rushed over and climbed on the bathroom counter, between two of the sinks. Since there was a barrier in between of us, it made it harder to get her to stop crying, but I managed. Putting both hands on the glass tenderly, I tried to calm her down. “Don’t worry, you have nothing to apologize for. You just took what I said the wrong way, ok?” I was unsure of what I was saying, though. “I-I’m sorry!” she whimpered, curling herself up, and bringing her knees to her chest. Her long black dress hung limply around her. “I didn’t mean to, we-we just had the same reactions. I mean, no one ever calls me! They think I’m fake! I-I’m not fake!”
“I know,” I said, deciding to put up with her rambling.
“It’s n-not my fault, y’know...” she trailed off and hiccuped. I would have put my arm around her, but as you already know, that was physically impossible. “I know,” I said again.
After the girl fully calmed down, my curiosity peaked and I started asking questions. “So, are you Bloody Mary?” I asked first, since that seemed primary. She nodded, the blood red glow around her moved too. “Yeah, that’s what they call me. But if you want, you can just call me Mary. Who’re you?”
“Me?” I motioned to myself. Of course it was me, no one else was around. “I’m Darcy Jenkins.” I paused, and then remembered what I was wondering earlier. “Hey, did a girl with brownish hair, about... so long,” I motioned to the spot on my arm. “Come and talk to you?”
Mary pouted. “Yeah, but she just ran out screaming when she saw me. She wasn’t nice.” I coughed. I might have run out screaming too, if I hadn’t had my senses in me. “Yeah, but that’s just Ari.”
“Ari? Is that her name? Hmph. I’m never answering her calls again.” I coughed again. I knew Ari would never call again. “So, where are you? How do you get to everyone’s mirrors?”
Mary took a deep breath, and went into a lengthy explanation. “Well, I’m in the Hall of Mirrors. It leads into all other mirrors in all other worlds. Why I got assigned to this, I have no idea. But the Hall of Mirrors in the Nightmare World. It’s basically a world of all the monsters and creepers. Kinda like Halloween Town! Boy, I loved that movie...” She shook her head and went on. “So, I have my cousin Thomas here, there’s also my best friend. Aggie is her name. And her-” She stopped and turned away from me. When she turned back, she was glancing around worriedly. “Um... Sorry. But my Dad is calling me and he’s really scary,” she quickly looked behind her again. “So, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow, though! Have some good moving around clothes on!” She waved goodbye and disappeared from the mirror. What was going on?
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Gonna make a few of em. This is just my first one. Really like this story. No flame comments or anything please. Maybe just tell me how I can improve my writing. And so starts, Mary in the Mirror!
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