JARRED SOULS
Ella and Rainey went slowly down the stairs, each small creak startling them. They giggled softly, not exactly as quiet as they thought they were.
"What do you think we'll find down here?" Ella asked. "Seriously."
"It's just my mom's office. There won't be anything interesting. But there's a mirror down there," Rainey said, grinning.
"Rainey! My cousin tried that once and she said she never saw her friend after that."
"It was probably a lie to scare you. Not because of the. . .you know."
The mirror frame was spray-painted a shiny purple and looked plastic. Not promising, but then again, it didn't have to be some glittering, ornate gold mirror.
"You know, she'll only attack one of us if one of us does it," Rainey said. "Not it."
Ella glared at her. "Thanks."
"Of course."
And then it happened. The classic 'bloody Mary'. Only once, though.
"I was told you need to only say it three times for it to work. Not thirteen. Please don't ruin my favorite number, just try three times," Rainey said.
"Glad to now that you really care about me. Hide, so she doesn't find you."
Rainey hurried into the half-open closet.
Once again, Ella said it. This time she repeated it.
The room got overwhelmingly hot, and the door slammed shut, the lock on it clicking.
"Oh my gods!" Ella said in a squeaky voice.
Unintelligible whispers surrounded them, echoing until there was a shadow. No person, just a shadow.
From inside a small crack in the closet, Rainey watched, softly whimpering, tempted to get up and leave. She tried to, but she was paralyzed.
It suddenly felt cold behind her. There was a prickle up her neck, and the sound of heavy breathing. The warmth of moisture and spit surrounded her, and the whispers sounded louder.
The air suddenly felt stale, as if all the fresh air had been used up.
"Children. Fools, if you think about it," someone said behind her.
Before she could try to turn around again, she burst out of the closet and someone stood over her, a looming shadow.
Heels stepped in front of her, covered in an oozing, sticky red substance.
"My, my. Two fresh faces for me. How lovely.
The person pulled out two jars. Rainey looked up to see Bloody freaking Mary collecting blood from her best friend.
This could not be happening to her.
"Young and beautiful. I would rip off your face but that would be too muuuuuch (at least for you, you're not worth it)." She continued to sing cheerfully. The singing was as awful as the lyrics.
Rainey got up.
The woman slowly peeled something off of her and stuck it in the jar.
Her own. . .face?
"Keeps everything fresh," she explained to Rainey. A wispy sort of plant dropped in the jar. "And her soul for youth. Good luck if she's ever the same."
"Now. You've witnessed this. Would you want to join me and save your life, or get me a new face and some lotion?" Mary asked.
"No. . .no thank you."
"Mm, that's what I thought."
Let's just say that Rainey's mother had woken up to. . .
Well, I'd rather not say. Just don't let it happen to you.
*Alright, I have no idea whether it's good or not, and also don't know whether it will get approved, so if you see this. . .:D, I guess?
