Guest Author - Kris Baker

I do not remember at which point in my life that I became somewhat of a daredevil. I don’t mean that I was riding my bikes off ramps or rolling skating down stairs. What I do mean is when I began pushing the limits when I heard something that just sounded like plain hooey. What I do remember is the night when I first heard the story of Bloody Mary.

I wouldn’t call it a slumber party per say but four 12-year-old girlfriends having a sleepover on a Saturday night. We were downstairs at my friends and it was nearing midnight. Her brother and parents were fast asleep as we huddled together in a dimly lit room taking turns telling stories to scare each other. I have to say I was pretty proud of myself as I was holding my own very well and wasn’t even rattled by the stories they were telling until my best friend Angie started to tell us about Bloody Mary.

She began to tell us about how she over heard her mom and aunt talking in the kitchen one day about a girl our age who was murdered at a sleepover just like the one we were having that night. She said her Aunt said that the girl was killed by Bloody Mary. Of course being the wonderful child I was I had to ask, “What cruel parent would name their kid Bloody Mary?” Angie totally ignored my question and continued with her story by saying that one of the girls had heard that if you go into the bathroom with a candle, turn off the light and say Bloody Mary thirteen times while looking in the mirror that she will appear either behind you or in the mirror. Angie said one of the girls at that sleepover actually tried it as the rest of the girls stood outside the bathroom door. Angie said that her Aunt said that when the police asked the girls about the incident they said that all they knew was that she had said Bloody Mary thirteen times and then she was screaming. The girls said they were so scared that they couldn’t open the bathroom door until she had stopped screaming. When they did open the door they found her lying on the floor with her face almost missing it was nothing but bloody.

I was fascinated by this story and have to admit that it did send a shiver to my very core. After I gained my composure I stated that I thought it would be fun for one of us to try to conjure up Bloody Mary (notice how I did not say that “I” was going to try). The other three girls weren’t exactly jumping up and down waving their arms yelling, “pick me” either. I asked Heather to find a candle we could use because we were going to see if Bloody Mary really exists and since no one else was brave enough to do it I would!

Heather found a candle and some matches and we all headed off to the small two-piece bathroom. I will never forget how that cold cement floor felt or the little slapping sound our feet made as we walked down the hall toward the bathroom. My heart was beating so hard but I was going to do this! I took the candle and the matches from Heather and entered the bathroom. I reached up and pulled the chain to turn on the light so I could see to the light the candle. I lit the candle and placed it in the drain of the sink, as the only mirror in the bathroom was a medicine cabinet right above the sink. The candle was lit and gently flickering as I reached up and pulled the chain to turn off the light. Then asked my friends to close the door. It was time.

I placed my hands on the cold porcelain sink and looked up into the mirror and said “Bloody Mary”. The shiver that I had before returned once again but there was no backing out now. I couldn’t have my friends think I was a chicken. “Bloody Mary” So far nothing. I continued saying “Bloody Mary” and just as I finished saying it for the 9th time someone upstairs flushed the toilet and it scared me half to death. My heart was pounding so loud that I swear that they could hear it on the other side of the door. I continued staring into the mirror and uttered the 12th “Bloody Mary”. I can honestly say that I wasn’t sure if I could say it one more time.

I said Bloody Mary for the last time and stood there in the darkness waiting. The only thing I could hear is my friends on the other side of the door asking me if she appeared. Bloody Mary did not show up that night or any other night that I had tried to call her out.

Our poll completed on the forum with 15 votes. 10 said they had never tried to call out Bloody Mary and 5 said they tried it. No one posted their stories about trying to call out Bloody Mary so I cannot tell you whether they had any experiences when doing so.