GarussVakarian
Moon
- Joined
- Jul 27, 2014
The midnight air was cold, as a chill wind ran throughout the neighborhood. Standing just outside a small house, was a man. A man with foul intent, a plan and a goal. Each of which would result in the imminent end of another. He's been ready for week's, stalking this girl. He was now ready, but a unforseen event has occurred. Friends sleeping over. None the less, as the parents left, his goals did not change. And, slowly towards the 17 year old's house he went. He tip toed across the lawn, sneaking along the perimeter of the middle class suburban home. Walking around the back, he reached around the corner to grab the handle of the sliding glass door. It was locked, but left ajar, as per usual. He pushes the door open. Quickly, rolling inside to by pass the family dog. Closing the door, before the sleeping mutt can detect him.
Soon, he was up the stairs. Indistinct laughter is heard across the hall way. His hand reaches in his hoodie pocket, pulling out a large bowie knife. He crept along the hall way, his hand sliding against the painted wall.... Peering into the cracked open door. He can see three girls. But, it was not until now that he realized what they were doing. They had shut off all the lights. Placing a large mirror in the middle of the room. They were arguing, teasing each other to call bloody marry three times in that mirror. He scoff's, nearly incapable to comprehend how dumb these girls are. But, this is opportune. Deciding to 'humor them'. He waited, waiting for one to do it, call upon Marrys wrath. And when they finished that litle hoax he would strike. It was almost comical gold for him.
The girls had finally decided they would do it together. A few short giggles occur, while they hold each others hands. Starring into the mirror they spoke. "Bloody mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Marry." And then... Almost as if by magic, their images vanished within the mirror. Replaced, distorted, to that of a women. With black hair, and red highlights. The mans jaw was left a gape. Was this for real? He thought, as he slowly pushed the door more ajar. Is she going to?.... A small laugh builds up in him. As he anticipated what would occur next. Seeing as though the girls are now petrified by the disheveled, insane, and evil smile of a women sinister'ly starring at them at the other side of their mirror.
Soon, he was up the stairs. Indistinct laughter is heard across the hall way. His hand reaches in his hoodie pocket, pulling out a large bowie knife. He crept along the hall way, his hand sliding against the painted wall.... Peering into the cracked open door. He can see three girls. But, it was not until now that he realized what they were doing. They had shut off all the lights. Placing a large mirror in the middle of the room. They were arguing, teasing each other to call bloody marry three times in that mirror. He scoff's, nearly incapable to comprehend how dumb these girls are. But, this is opportune. Deciding to 'humor them'. He waited, waiting for one to do it, call upon Marrys wrath. And when they finished that litle hoax he would strike. It was almost comical gold for him.
The girls had finally decided they would do it together. A few short giggles occur, while they hold each others hands. Starring into the mirror they spoke. "Bloody mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Marry." And then... Almost as if by magic, their images vanished within the mirror. Replaced, distorted, to that of a women. With black hair, and red highlights. The mans jaw was left a gape. Was this for real? He thought, as he slowly pushed the door more ajar. Is she going to?.... A small laugh builds up in him. As he anticipated what would occur next. Seeing as though the girls are now petrified by the disheveled, insane, and evil smile of a women sinister'ly starring at them at the other side of their mirror.
