The crone hovers in the stale darkness behind the silvered glass. Matted hair covers her face, willowy pencil fingers ever poised for the next person who calls to her. She’s been there for centuries and passes the time behind craggy eyelids reliving dreadful memories as she waits for the next daring soul.
A pubescent girl approaches the looking glass, admiring her reflection, appreciating herself.
The crone stirs from slumber, approaches, and taps a single talon on the glass, taunting her to come closer.
The girl inhales deeply, a smile on her lips, focusing her stare.
“Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Ma…”
So well written. Creepy scarey! Loved every bit!
Thank you, Firdaus. I love the legends, Bloody Mary being my favorite! You honor me, my friend.
Really like!
Thanks so much, Shermie! 🙂
I am continually amazed at how you do this. So much in such a short about of time – btw – my skin is crawling !!
Thank you Sweetie! You know I like getting people’s skin crawling across their bones! Lol 😀