Something Wicked

*Something Wicked*

Bloody Mary was a myth, my mother had said, and I believed her no matter how good my sister’s story was. My two sisters and I had set a date of Saturday night at midnight to call upon the legend. Looking into the mirror, say Bloody Mary three times and throw the Holy Bible on the floor at the stroke of midnight. That’s all there was to it.

Mom and Dad had long since gone to bed, but we three girls got up to do our dirty deed and call upon the dark one and give credence to the myth once and for all. Being the youngest, I was frightened but my older sister Elizabeth said that I’d be too young for Bloody Mary, so I should be the one to call upon her. “Bloody Mary,” I said quietly at first. “Bloody Mary.” My second out of three, and I paused to wonder if I really wanted to do this, but Nell, my other sister, pushed my shoulder and hissed at me to hurry. “Bloody Mary!” I took my grandmother’s Bible and threw it on the floor and felt the cold chills go down my back. Turning around I realized that both Elizabeth and Nell were gone, and I wondered if Bloody Mary had killed them already. When I turned around to the mirror, I saw her. Bloody Mary was in front of me, her eyes filled with blood that spilled over onto her pasty-white face. Behind her was nothing but black as her coal-black hair. She had an evil grin on her face that was as red as the blood in her eyes.

I screamed as loud as I could and started to move, but my feet felt as if they were suddenly glued to the wooden floor. I felt that I would probably pee my pants at any moment, but I could not move. Mary’s hands, white with finger nails about an inch and a half long and brittle, quickly emerged and grabbed me by the throat. My mouth opened as if to scream, but not one sound would come for my rescue.

Finally capable of turning around I started to run toward my parents’ bedroom, but I didn’t get far. Mary suddenly pushed me face-first to the floor and I heard a horrible thud and a crack as I landed on my arm. I figured I had just broken it, but I got up and ran anyway. As she had loosened her grip, I took what I thought to be my only chance to get away.

Still wearing that evil grin, Bloody Mary flew through the air after me as my legs stretched farther than they ever had, but it seemed that I was going nowhere at all and finally I let out another scream. Once again I felt her hand on my shoulder and I screamed again, much louder as Mary started to shake me. I screamed again as I heard my mother’s voice. I sat straight up in my bed and looked around. Oh, thank goodness, it had been a nightmare! But why did my arm hurt so much?


524 Words, Horror




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*Five P.M.*

“How do you expect me to live without you?” Suzanne’s face was contorted and tear stained as she knelt in front of Mark begging him to leave. She thought there was another woman, but he denied it fervently over the past weeks. As she groveled, she thought nothing of how it must look to him to see her begging at his feet. Her arms wrapped suddenly around his legs as she held tightly. Mark was unable to move without hurting her physically, and he would never do that.

Constant accusations thrown through the air like hail stones, and she called him every half hour to make sure she knew he wasn’t with someone else. In meetings, he phone would vibrate, and he would become distracted by it. When she called him over and over without an answer she showed up at his office in a tirade screaming that she wanted to know who he was with. The door to the meeting room flew open, and her reddened face suddenly became ashen when she saw that he was sitting between two men with pen in hand. Mark’s supervisor looked toward him as if to tell him to take care of it immediately and never allow it to happen again.

Mark rose and excused himself from the meeting as he took Suzanne to his office locking the door behind him and pulling the blinds. “Suzi, you have to stop this. You’re destroying both of us, and you’re about to destroy my career. I can’t allow this to go on. Now, go home, and I’ll be there right after work. I won’t be late.” She nodded and left with her head bowed as if in shame, and Mark went quickly and quietly back to his meeting.

Right at 5:00 p.m. Mark left the office. Having lived together for nearly five years, he was shocked to see this side of her. It had only started a few months ago, and he thought it sweet at first. Somehow this beautiful, loving woman had changed into a vicious, wicked woman he didn’t know any more.

He was no more than two blocks from home when he heard the emergency vehicles all around and neighbors in front of his house. His heart pounded to see Suzanne lying on the ground, both wrists and her throat cut, knife in her hand. He pushed the police officer out of his way as he ran over to her lifting her lifeless body in his arms and wondering why.

He told the officer that she had been insanely jealous lately, but he didn’t think this would happen. Not one person would ever believe that she would have received many phone calls from another woman during the day. He picked up the phone, dialed a number, and said, “Hey, she did it. No, just lay low, and we’ll be together soon. Oh, did I thank you yet? You did well. Yes, I love you, too.”

Mark completed his call, settled back on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table and his hands clasped behind his head. A smile crossed his face.


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523 words, Fiction






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*Kismet*

Suellen had been cursed from birth. She knew it and everyone else did as well. The poor girl would trip over her own feet and cause problems for anyone near her. All through school, teachers made bets on who would get her and how long it would be before they would break a leg. It had become a joke, and Suellen was the butt of it. She had no friends, and she actually didn’t want any for fear that they might drop dear from being around her.

A gangly young girl, Suellen had always been a little awkward and never seemed to have any luck at all. She was not considered pretty with her glasses, long dark hair with bangs, and braces on her teeth. Very much alone, she had learned to think not of those who made fun of her, and they found it frustrating. But she continued in her clumsiness. If something was going to happen, it always happened when Suellen was around, and everyone was leery of her. Until…

Lucas came upon the scene along about the sixth grade, and Suellen was smitten. He was as lanky as she, and the two seemed to be perfectly suited. Lucas had braces on his teeth as well and fell over his feet as often as she.

Young Lucas was smitten the moment he laid eyes on Suellen, and she blushed as his eyes gazed upon her and made her smile. The two went through their days tripping over each other and spilling their milk at lunch hour, and neither of them noticed that the other kids laughed at them. The two had found their soul mates.

Lucas had decided that he should meet her family, so Suellen asked her parents if he could visit. They allowed him, of course. When Saturday came, Lucas was at the front door of Suellen’s home two hours early with flowers behind his back. Her father answered the door and was nearly laid onto the floor when Lucas fell over the stoop and right into his arms. This did not settle well with Suellen’s father, but he accepted the boy just the same. He asked the young man in and allowed him to sit and wait in the living room while Mother got Suellen. She was so excited that she had started readying herself early—two hours to be exact. Yes, the two were soul mates.

The two young kids sat on the porch swing talking for several hours and learned everything about each other. They had each found someone with whom they could spend time with and not be concerned about others. From then on they would not feel alone or lonely—which they both considered different feelings.

Suddenly there was a lull in their conversation, a somehow tense silence for the two of them, and he decided to put his arm around Suellen. She leaned toward him as if it were natural for her. Luke leaned around to kiss her, but suddenly pitched headlong off the porch swing pulling her along with him. Yes, this was kismet.


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515 words Young love