Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
I think it’s absurd that people would mess with powers that they don’t understand just for kicks. Ouija boards, demonic summonings, blood magic, eleven mile roads and games of hide and seek with possessed dolls; it’s all dangerous and fruitless. My least favorite of these games however, is Bloody Mary. Typically the perpetrators are groups of teenage girls. They’re still children, really. They have so much left to live for. Most of them haven’t finished high school. They’ve never had a job, they’ve barely had time to learn about the world, they haven’t had a chance to define themselves. Hell, a good portion of them have never even had their first kiss, though they would never admit it. They’re not grown enough to drink or rent a car, but think that they’re mature enough to risk their lives in a dark ritual.
I’ve seen it hundreds of times. They gather around a bathroom mirror with candles and whisper the words ‘Bloody Mary’ three times. Most have gotten false information on how the ritual goes, thank god. They are the ones who giggle the rest of the night away. But there are some who, unfortunately enough, get it right. Every one of them is found in front of a mirror with their eyes gouged out— a high price to pay for a cheap thrill.
I hate seeing those lives cut short. I will admit though, I am proud of my collection of eyes. It’s grown quite impressive.