Original Horror Story
Stone Angel By JesC
Julie stood staring at her mirror. She was in her darkened
room, her roommate wouldn't be back until morning. She had lit all
the candles in the house. She had made sure that the video camera was on. She was ready.
"Bloody Mary." She began. As she repeated the name, the clock struck
twelve. "Bloody Mary." That was three. She had to go to fifty. She
said the name over and over. Julie remembered the time when she was
nine. Her friend, Margaret, had run into a cemetary during a game
of tag. Julie had followed her. "Bloody Mary." She remembered looking
and looking, finally calling out that she couldn't find her,
and to come out. But Margaret didn't come out. "Bloody Mary. Bloody
Mary. Bloody Mary." Julie had heard muffled noises. She had followed
them. She remembered walking, down a cold dirt path through the trees.
It had been cold that night. Very cold. Her parents didn't notice,
they were at a barbique. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." She remembered
turning off the path. Walking, always walking. Cold, but not frightened.
Then. Out of the darkness loomed a great stone tomb. A stone angel
with a sword was perched on the top of it. She again heard the muffled
noises. She had ventured closer. Margaret was lying under the angel. She was shaking.
Julie had rushed to her friend. She had held her hand. "Bloody Mary.
Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary.
Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." She had helped Margaret to stand. "Bloody Mary."
They had started to leave. Julie had glanced back at the statue.
It was pointing its sword straight at Margaret. "Bloody Mary." Julie
suddenly felt an unstoppable urge. She had grabbed Margaret, "Bloody Mary."
and had thrust her onto the sword blade. Julie remembered the look
of suprised agony that had twisted on Margeret's face. "Bloody Mary."
Julie, then, had gatherd the blood in a bowl-shaped rock. Then, she had
splashed it in the angel's face. Then, laughing mainiacally, she
had run. Run. Run. Run. "Bloody Mary." That was fifty. Something
was forming in the mirror. It took on the shape of an angel, with a sword in its hand.
The next morning, on the tape. It showed a ghostly hand protruding
from the mirror, and Julie screaming "I'm sorry Margaret!", then
the tape stopped. Julie's body was found on the ground, with a stone sword through her middle.
They buried her next to Margaret, in the woods. Next to Margaret... And the stone angel.
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