From: Hampstergirl247@aol.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Bloody Mary, literally.
Date: Thursday, January 27, 2005 10:17 PM
This story was told to me by one of my best friends, named Ashley. I'm not positively sure this story is true, because Ashley didn't have any actual proof... although she is not a liar, and by the way she was telling the story, (with shock) I could tell that she was most likely telling the absolute truth.
Well, here it goes...
Ashley went to a church in Myrtle Beach, S.C. At her church there was a little playground surounded by a short fence. Across the street from Ashley's church, there was a small neighborhood, and beside the neighborhood, there was a broken down house with a mud-covered, old pick-up truck that was rammed into a huge weeping willow tree, crushing the front part of the truck.
Everyone at her church was making up rumors about how an old, creepy woman lived at the house. They would say that the truck belonged to her husband. One night, when her husband was coming home from work, and when he was about to park his truck in the drive way, a squirrel jumped up onto the hood of the car. He didn't know what it was... for all he knew, it could of been a simple leave. So, not knowing what it was, he swerved his truck to side to side, until the squarrel jumped in the truck through the open window, crawled down through the guy's pants, and bit him on the ankle, (causing a horrible pain) his foot felt paralyzed. He couldn't get his foot off of the gas pedal... and he ran right smack dab into the tree. A few hours later, he died. When the wife found out, she went crazy. First, she tore up her house, making it look like a horrible, haunted house. The she tried to kill herself, so she started to cut herself with one of the biggest knives she could find in her kitchen. Although she didn't die from all of those cuts, she never washed the blood off, because she was too sad and lonely to do anything. That's how she got her name: Bloody Mary. She can't even cook for herself. All she eats is the dirt and dust surrounding her rocking chair that she would sit in all day and night long rocking away... "screeeeech, screeeeech," is the only thing you could hear.
(Remember, that's only the made-up rumor, and no one knew if it was the true story, or not.)
Ashley was at church one day, when one of the baddest kids there decided to hop the playground fence, and go knock on the door of "Bloody Mary." So he did.
Everyone watched as he knocked at the door. No one could clearly see who it was, but someone answered. The next thing they saw the boy, (named Billy) go into the house.
He stayed in there for quite some time. Then, finally, he came out of the house smiling the biggest smile I have ever seen!
He crossed the street, not even bothering to look if any cars were coming, and hopped back over the fence. From that day on, Billy never spoke one single word for the rest of his life. Not to his mom. Not to his dad. Not to his brothers, sisters, teachers, family. Not to anyone.
I don't know what or who did whatever they did do to Billy, but it must of been a mighty big something.
About three years later...
...Billy still was a non-talker, and people say he will never talk again.
One night, right before the the sky turned dark, Billy was walking along the side of the church road, when "Bloody Mary" called him, or did something to catch his attention, and sure enough, Billy went over to her, and into her house. No one knew how or why, but the next morning, the builders, (who, by the way, was about to make a new building there) found Billy sitting in "Bloody Mary's" Lap. Both of them were dead. The builders found "Bloody Mary" and Billy in a certain pose. "Bloody Mary" was holding Billy like a baby, and she was kissing his forehead, and Billy was holding "Bloody Mary's" neck.
...............................................What a Happy Ending...............................................
Sorry for that spine-tingling story being too long. :)
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