“Just go, I thought you said you weren’t scared.” Jack teased.
“I’m not i’m just…. getting pumped.” Greg replied.
“Sure.” Jack mocked.
Greg entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He looked into the mirror.
“It’s just a stupid game, it’s not real.” he reasured himself.
He focused on the mirror looking directly into it, his plams sweaty from being pressed against the counter.
“I don’t hear anything!” Jack called through the door.
Greg took a deep breath and began to chant.
“Bloody Mary….. Bloody Mary…........Bloody Mary.”
His small terrified gasp was bearly heard over the scream.
Jack quickly opened the door to find the counter blood stained with the words “I’m all to real and i’m going to get you.” scrawled across the shattered mirror. A small meanacing laughter of a woman could be heard from somewhere or some world far away.