I was eleven; a normal boy; brown eyes, black hair. I lived in a house in Colorado; not a haunted house - just a perfectly normal house...
It was my birthday; and I wanted for my birthday, me and my friend (Kyle) to go perform the 'Bloody Mary Ritual' - which I thought was a lie back then, but wanted to prove if it was.
So at 12:30pm, I got ready; got all my gears: my flashlight; my hat; and my watch.
Once Kyle got ready, we both went in. I turned off the light.
At exactly 01:00 o'clock, we started the ritual - only one-minute left!
We said, 'Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary'; washed our faces thrice; and blinked seven times. All this took fifty-nine seconds, exactly. In the one second left, Kyle ran for it, leaving me alone.
I think he knew the secret... And the legend.
So, I stayed there until it reached 01:01.
And there it was... That sadisticly-chuckling woman.
She wore an axe; a tainted-with-blood nightgown; had black hair covering her whole face, and pale legs and arms.
I gasped, and tried to run. But as I always wanted to, I had to go show off my knob...
That was when my head was chopped off.
And guess where I am now...
In the depths of the mirror-world, of hell!
Want to know the Legend?
Bloody Mary was once called 'Alisa Mary', until that un-forgettable night, when a rapist came; and when Alisa tried to escape and report, the man revealed an axe (un-usual)... And chopped off her head...
Then when she died, she was handled 'sexually', and then her soul fled off, trying to escape, but the Doorway had already closed. So she killed the man; she somehow knew her: and chanted 'Bloody Mary', three times.
So the Legend says that anyone who says it thrice, has a part of the soul of the man that killed her...