bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary
Because of the myth of Bloody Mary, when I was younger, I would be scared shitless if I woke a few minutes before 12 A.M. needing to go to the bathroom and I’d stay in my bed until the time was at least 10 minutes past 12 so she wouldn’t show up at the end of the hall outside my door, in the mirror, in the shower, or have her face or hand in the toilet.
x2
x13
I’ve never heard that version of the legend. I thought you always had to say it for her to appear.
I get that, mostly because of my nyctophobia & paranoia. When I first watched the Grudge (and a good few weeks afterwards) I would have gladly peed my pants rather than be alone in a dark room in which a freaky dead lady could reach out & get me . Of course, I didn’t. I was at a sleepover & well, it’s not polite.
I still can’t say Bloody Mary twelve times into the mirror in a dark bathroom… and I’m 25.