I tried my hardest to recollect a time where I was particularly adventurous, or motivated to take a risk. I’m not much of a whimsical person, I don’t usually venture out of my way to seek artistic payoff. Maybe I just haven’t had that experience yet. But this prompt instead took me immediately to a memory of my childhood.
When you’re a kid, theres not much to gossip about, or maybe theres just a lack of curiosity about whats going on in other people’s lives. Theres a selfishness that kids have, it stems from their inherent innocence, but also an aloofness and unconcern for whats going on around you. Thats where the recess talk is less about you and I and whats been going on in our lives, and more about games, and stories. Things that are way more fun to talk about because they’re magic and play, way more entertaining than the monotony of the day. Scary stories especially circled around like rumors. They were contagious to tell and to hear, but so terrifying, that they were at times unlistenable. I have memories of asking friends to finish the story of the “Girl with the Green Ribbon Around her Neck” for another time, because I was getting too spooked. That way we could also have something to talk about next lunch.
Anyway, one of the most famous stories going around was that of Bloody Mary and her game. If you dared: that is, if you were strong enough, brave enough, or curious enough, you could summon Mary herself. This would require going into the bathroom, turning the lights off, looking into the mirror and whispering “Bloody Mary” 3 times. A boy in my summer camp Evan would always say, “you have to whisper it slowly and clearly to make sure she hears you.” I’d also heard that you had to stare at yourself in the mirror, and not look away. The thought of doing such a routine alone still sends shivers down my spine. My 9 year old self was peeing her pants. But oh the temptation! The sheer wonder of whether or not she would appear by completing that simple task.
My free time was eaten up with the desire to go into the bathroom, shut the lights, and whisper “Bloody Mary.” I’d think, “what if I did it during the day when I wasn’t scared?” but the possibility alone would petrify me; talk me out of it. Soon this impulse reduced from being alluring, desiring, to just frightening. The rumors I’d hear of my friends seeing Bloody Mary, the sheer thought of being in the bathroom in the dark, the thought of what she might do to me! It was all too much. The thought of her and this game began to haunt me.
One night, I was having a sleepover at my best friend at the time Tia’s house. We used to have flashlight time before lights out, and flicker plastic flashlights around her room while talking before we went to sleep. This flashlight time, we used to talk about our biggest fears. Naturally, Mary herself was brought up. Tia lamented that she shared my fear, as well as my yearn to just know. After a lot of thought and deliberation, we decided together to set things straight. With the strength of each other, we could finally venture off the beaten path, and see for ourselves if Bloody Mary would show. If not, we could relieve ourself of this nightmare. If so…well her dad was in the next room.
As so, we scuttled into the bathroom, hearts beating fast. We turned the lights off, and shrieked uncontrollably. I was so nervous, my heart beating so fast, I could barely contain the words down to a whisper. But we completed the task, whispered her name 3 times. Nothing happened. Silence. Well, not silence, our giggles, our high from the summon.
Nevertheless my curiosity paid off, and in that moment, I knew Bloody Mary wasn’t real.
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