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Out of all the stupid things I could do, I just had to go drinking with my friends and do something stupid.
They convinced me to hop on this one trend of ‘summoning Bloody Mary’. I’m not into that supernatural shit but one of my friends offered me $20 and in this economy I had to take it. This is a stupid trend anyway and nothing should happen.
My friends poorly explained how to summon Bloody Mary.
You had to go into a room that locks and has a mirror.
-I have a bathroom so check.
You have to bring candles or flashlight.
-I got some tea lights. Check.
Someone mentioned blood..
-I think I have some laying around from a project. Check.
Then you have to say her name 3 times in a row.
-Easy enough.
Final exams have finished up so I got nothing better to do.. can’t believe I was convinced to do this.
The clock on my microwave says it’s 3:02 am as I stumble around gathering everything. I grabbed the tea lights and a battered lighter from my junk drawer.. man I should clean this out..
I stumble over to the fridge and open it. The contents are a bit sad but that’s not what I need. I reach back and pull out the half gallon of fake blood I’ll need. I promise it was in there for a reason!
I gather all my things and head over to the bathroom. I lock the door and set everything down and start setting up.
I wasn’t told how many candles I needed to use so I put 13 of them around the sink. 13 is supposed to be an evil number or something.
I take the fake blood and smear it all over the mirror before pausing. Damn, I’m going to have to clean this up later, aren’t I. Welp, it’s worth it for the bit.
I attempt to wash off the fake blood from my hands.. they’ve stained a pink-ish color.
Oops.
Finally, I take the lighter and light each candle. My shitty lighter acts up every once and I while and I think I just spent 10 minutes lighting the candles.. and burning the tips of my fingers lightly.
Looking into the mirror, it definitely looks spooky. The fake blood was dripping down the glass and onto the counters. Yeah that was going to be a pain to clean up.
Focus! You have to do that stupid trend! Don’t get distracted!
I take a deep breath and look into the mirror.
God, I’m actually doing this?!
STOP STALLING AND JUST DO IT!!
I open my mouth, still finding it stupid that my friends talked me into this. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary.”
I look into the mirror and absolutely nothing happens. I wait a little longer before looking away and sighing to myself.
Last time my friends convince me to do something stupid.
Reaching under the sink, I grab a dark hand towel. I need to clean up this ridiculous mess. As I get up, I freeze as I look in the mirror.
I summoned something alright, but it wasn’t a lady covered in blood..
Nope.
In the mirror were two men.. two men very passionately kissing with no clothing on. Thank god the mirror cut off at the taller man’s hips.
The taller man had long, dark, curly hair that seemed almost wet look as it rested in front of his face a little bit. He had a stubble beard that was mostly hidden behind the other man. The taller man seemed to be kissing and holding the slightly smaller man like his life depended on it. There were a few scars scattered across his body and what looked to be some sort of burn mark on his neck. He had a neatly sculpted body and neat, curly chest hair.
The other man, who was not too much shorter than the taller man, had short, messy, blond hair. He also had a bit of stubble but it wasn’t as much as the taller man’s. A pair of glasses loosely hung from his face. He also had a scar on his arm. It looked like a burn scar. His face was flushed extremely red as he weakly tried to push against the taller man.
The taller man finally pulled away, a string of saliva connected his mouth to the other man’s for a bit before breaking. He held the shorter man close as he softly murmured in his ear. “I thought you said you could handle it, Grace.”
The shorter man - Grace - buried his face into the taller man’s chest. His voice was a bit out of breath and a little pouty, “Simon, I didn’t know you’d go all in. I wasn’t prepared..”
The taller man - Simon - chuckled softly as he moved his hand up to ruffle Grace’s hair. He gently pressed a kiss to his forehead before speaking again. “Well, if I recall you told me to not hold anything back.”
Grace huffed gently as he wrapped his arms around Simon. “Yeah I know, but I was assuming it would be.. gradual. Y’know?”
Simon moved his hand to Grace’s chin, gently lifting it up so the two could lock eyes. “I can do that.”
Simon leaned down slightly, gently pressing his lips against Grace’s till the two were back to passionately kissing. They were unaware of their hidden spectator.
I watched in utter shock as all this happened. Did I do something wrong? Am I hallucinating? There’s no way there are two men kissing in the mirror of my bathroom, connected here by some sort of unseen force.
I rubbed by eyes, trying to reason with myself. I was still drunk. It was late and I was tired. Yeah that had to be the reason why I was hallucinating.
I looked back up at the mirror, hoping that I would just see myself.
Nope.
The two men were still there and Simon was starting to feel Grace up. It was clear the two were going to take it further.
I just stand there and watch, my mouth open like a fish. I somehow managed to get a front row seat to watch two lovers get intimate. Wow.
I shifted slightly and Simon’s eyes immediately noticed the movement and locked onto me. He doesn’t say anything, but looks rather annoyed at being interrupted.
With the flick of his wrist, the fake blood on the mirror started to rapidly run down the mirror till it was completely covered.
I snap out of my trance and rush forward to the mirror. I grab the towel, that had dropped to the floor earlier. I frantically wiped the mirror, only to see my own reflection staring back at me.
The towel drops to the countertop as I rub my eyes again.
Nope. Time to go to sleep. I’m clearly tired and it’s like 3 am in the fucking morning. I’ll clean up the bathroom tomorrow.