A True Story of Bloody Mary

I shouldn't. I get nightmares from watching Scooby-Do. I mean, I'm 7 years old and I still can't fall asleep at night after watching Ernest Scared Stupid a whole year ago! Jake was the one who talked me into that, too. But he's so much cooler and older --

"Chelsea, are you coming? We're going in."

"Uh...yeah... but you go first, Chance."

"No, you go first!"

"I'll go first," says Jake bravely.

We step into the bathroom - the same bathroom I use every day. Am I sure I want to do this to my bathroom? We three walk in.

Click. Off go the lights. We stand there. Facing the mirror. Silent. I can hear my heart beat in my ears. My legs are heavy. My hands are shaking.

"Okay, guys, close your eyes," says Jake.

All, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."

"Okay, open."

Chance shrieks, "Oh my gosh! It's red!"

"Do you see that?!"

I see darkness...

then a cheek...

a face!....

EYES!!!...

"OH MY GOSH!!!"

OH!

Oh...

Ohhhhhh...."Those are OUR faces!"

We all tumble out of the bathroom laughing at ourselves for being so easily frightened and thankful that that is ALL it was.

Yet, to this day, I can't walk by that mirror without wondering who's looking back.