“Bloody Mary!” the three girls yelled for the third time, staring into the bathroom mirror. Strange swirling shapes began to form within its confines. They clung to each other and held their breath. Slowly the amorphous forms became a face: pale and cruel looking with … mud dripping into … a beard?
In a trembling voice one girl asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m Muddy Harry!” The muddy and bushy bearded man roared. The three girls cowered at his voice, clinging fearfully to each other. “Who were you expecting!?”
“Bloody Mary?” one girl asked hesitantly.
“… Damnitall. Heard it wrong, again!”
Author’s Note: My mom has a hearing loss that causes her to mishear words all the time. And I just like playing around with the idea that Bloody Mary isn’t the only spirit to be called in the girl’s bathroom.
Bloody Mary–that game always gave me the creeps. I think I’d be happy if Muddy Harry showed up instead. Probably. I guess we don’t know what he’s capable of, but I’ll take my chances!
I only did it once and nothing happened. my thoughs on what Muddy Harry would do when you actually called him is throw mud at you. Obviously, since he wasn’t actually called this time he couldn’t do anything.
The three girls probably didn’t try again though.
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