Legend
Claire doesn't believe in legends but when she's dared too call a name. Will she?
There once was a girl named Mary Sue
With hair of gold and eyes of blue
She walked the halls filling everyone with delight
She was loved and hated among everyone
But one day she was murdered
Her throat slit from end to end
And that's when the fun really begins
''You're lying'' Claire insisted shutting her locker close. Her friend Abby ran a hand through her short red hair sighing ''I swear it's true''. ''It's not it's just an old legend about a girl who was killed there is no meaning'' Claire told her. ''Yes there is her spirit is still trapped here, they say if you call her name once a while the lights are out. She will appear'' Abby whispered. ''And what kill you'' she mimicked. Abby rolled her eyes pulling out a piece of gum then chewing it. Claire didn't believe in stupid legends that people made up after someone was killed. It was a waste of time and it leaves the people spirit as a mockery but she didn't care, ghosts and zombies or undead, whatever. She didn't believe it but Abby lived for this stuff.
''Where did you here that legend shit from anyway'' Claire asked leaning against the locker. Abby smiled ''I heard it from Amy who heard from these guys who heard it from the janitor''. Claire rolled her eyes ''Your crazy''. ''Well if I'm so crazy then I dare you to go into the bathroom in the wing of the old building and call her name'' Abby challenged. Claire's eyes widen but she shrugged ''I'm not going into a dirty bathroom, anyone can walk in''. ''Yeah but nobody goes in that part of the building so you won't get caught''. Claire huffed ''What about the lights the electricity isn't good down there''. Abby smiled wide and pulled out her lighter. She handed it to Claire who hesitated but took it. ''Are you coming with me'' she asked. ''No way'' Abby said shaking her head furiously. ''Then how will you know if I do it'' she asked. Abby stepped toward her grinning wickedly ''If you come back alive''. Abby walked away waving bye.
Weird she thought walking from the comforting halls of people to the abandon wing of the school. When Mary was murdered they shut off this wing because creepy things kept happening. Lights going on and a teacher swore you could hear the laughter of a girl. She didn't believe in the bullshit people made up, one thing for sure she did not believe in ghosts. She walked toward the new basement which was once the girls bathroom.
The lights flickered continually as she walked down the hall. The moan of the old air conditioner thrummed through the building. A shiver crept up her spine, she felt like she was being watched. As she turned toward the stairs a shadow flashed across the wall. ''Who's there'' Claire panted holding her chest. She wasn't scared nervous but there was a difference. The stairs were pitch black, felt for the wall turning on the lighter quickly. The door slammed shut as she made it down the first steps. The lighters fire dimmed then went out completely. ''Hello'' she called loud seeing if anyone was there. She tried to turn the lighter back on while she walked down the stairs.
She sighed in happiness when she made it to the door, slowly pushing it open then walking in. A part of was filled when desks piled with dust and the other half were 4 stall with 2 sinks and a cracked mirror. She walked toward the mirror, her steps thundering on the cold gray floor. She stood in front of the mirror, her breathing labored. She held the lighter to the mirror and turned it off. The room was now pitch black and quiet, the only sound was her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Taking in a deep breath, she pictured the crack mirror in front of her then murmured one word. ''Mary''.
She flipped on the lighter, then laughed happily when she saw nothing in the mirror. She couldn't wait to spoil Abby's legend. There was a gasp from a stall behind her,she turned to the stall then toward the mirror wide-eyed. A girl watched her, golden eyes pitch black, hair drenched in dirt and blood. There was a long scar that stretched across her neck. Claire backed up slowly as the girl let out a shrill scream. Claire screamed running from the mirror back to the stairs. She hurried up the stairs as quickly as she could. She fumbled with the door trying to push it open. A voice laughed ''Gonna get you'' she screamed trying to kick the door down but it stayed in place. The back door's knob slowly turned and the door creaked open.
She turned breathing hard when the lighters fire suddenly went out. Alone in the dark she held onto the door's knob when there was a tug on her leg. She screamed as hands gripped her leg pulling her back down the stairs. ''Help me please'' she cried. She reached out trying to grip anything when she was flipped over. Mary stood staring at her, arms out stretched. She walked toward her and cut Claire on her face. She cried out in pain ''Please don't kill me'' Claire begged. Mary cut herself, dropping bits of black blood into Claire's mouth. Claire held her stomach as black liquid poured from her mouth. Coughing, blood ran from her nose and eyes. She fell onto her back convulsing, foam pouring out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her screams were cut off by a gurgle as she lost consciousness.
''Claire'' Abby called shaking her. Claire groaned touching her head, sitting up. She looked around, she was in the new building bathroom. She stood up looking confused how did she get here. She touched her face, wincing at the long on mark left there.. ''How did you get that mark on your face'' Abby asked. Claire looked at Abby as she applied lip gloss. She stepped toward Abby ''Want me to show you''.
With hair of gold and eyes of blue
She walked the halls filling everyone with delight
She was loved and hated among everyone
But one day she was murdered
Her throat slit from end to end
And that's when the fun really begins
''You're lying'' Claire insisted shutting her locker close. Her friend Abby ran a hand through her short red hair sighing ''I swear it's true''. ''It's not it's just an old legend about a girl who was killed there is no meaning'' Claire told her. ''Yes there is her spirit is still trapped here, they say if you call her name once a while the lights are out. She will appear'' Abby whispered. ''And what kill you'' she mimicked. Abby rolled her eyes pulling out a piece of gum then chewing it. Claire didn't believe in stupid legends that people made up after someone was killed. It was a waste of time and it leaves the people spirit as a mockery but she didn't care, ghosts and zombies or undead, whatever. She didn't believe it but Abby lived for this stuff.
''Where did you here that legend shit from anyway'' Claire asked leaning against the locker. Abby smiled ''I heard it from Amy who heard from these guys who heard it from the janitor''. Claire rolled her eyes ''Your crazy''. ''Well if I'm so crazy then I dare you to go into the bathroom in the wing of the old building and call her name'' Abby challenged. Claire's eyes widen but she shrugged ''I'm not going into a dirty bathroom, anyone can walk in''. ''Yeah but nobody goes in that part of the building so you won't get caught''. Claire huffed ''What about the lights the electricity isn't good down there''. Abby smiled wide and pulled out her lighter. She handed it to Claire who hesitated but took it. ''Are you coming with me'' she asked. ''No way'' Abby said shaking her head furiously. ''Then how will you know if I do it'' she asked. Abby stepped toward her grinning wickedly ''If you come back alive''. Abby walked away waving bye.
Weird she thought walking from the comforting halls of people to the abandon wing of the school. When Mary was murdered they shut off this wing because creepy things kept happening. Lights going on and a teacher swore you could hear the laughter of a girl. She didn't believe in the bullshit people made up, one thing for sure she did not believe in ghosts. She walked toward the new basement which was once the girls bathroom.
The lights flickered continually as she walked down the hall. The moan of the old air conditioner thrummed through the building. A shiver crept up her spine, she felt like she was being watched. As she turned toward the stairs a shadow flashed across the wall. ''Who's there'' Claire panted holding her chest. She wasn't scared nervous but there was a difference. The stairs were pitch black, felt for the wall turning on the lighter quickly. The door slammed shut as she made it down the first steps. The lighters fire dimmed then went out completely. ''Hello'' she called loud seeing if anyone was there. She tried to turn the lighter back on while she walked down the stairs.
She sighed in happiness when she made it to the door, slowly pushing it open then walking in. A part of was filled when desks piled with dust and the other half were 4 stall with 2 sinks and a cracked mirror. She walked toward the mirror, her steps thundering on the cold gray floor. She stood in front of the mirror, her breathing labored. She held the lighter to the mirror and turned it off. The room was now pitch black and quiet, the only sound was her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Taking in a deep breath, she pictured the crack mirror in front of her then murmured one word. ''Mary''.
She flipped on the lighter, then laughed happily when she saw nothing in the mirror. She couldn't wait to spoil Abby's legend. There was a gasp from a stall behind her,she turned to the stall then toward the mirror wide-eyed. A girl watched her, golden eyes pitch black, hair drenched in dirt and blood. There was a long scar that stretched across her neck. Claire backed up slowly as the girl let out a shrill scream. Claire screamed running from the mirror back to the stairs. She hurried up the stairs as quickly as she could. She fumbled with the door trying to push it open. A voice laughed ''Gonna get you'' she screamed trying to kick the door down but it stayed in place. The back door's knob slowly turned and the door creaked open.
She turned breathing hard when the lighters fire suddenly went out. Alone in the dark she held onto the door's knob when there was a tug on her leg. She screamed as hands gripped her leg pulling her back down the stairs. ''Help me please'' she cried. She reached out trying to grip anything when she was flipped over. Mary stood staring at her, arms out stretched. She walked toward her and cut Claire on her face. She cried out in pain ''Please don't kill me'' Claire begged. Mary cut herself, dropping bits of black blood into Claire's mouth. Claire held her stomach as black liquid poured from her mouth. Coughing, blood ran from her nose and eyes. She fell onto her back convulsing, foam pouring out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her screams were cut off by a gurgle as she lost consciousness.
''Claire'' Abby called shaking her. Claire groaned touching her head, sitting up. She looked around, she was in the new building bathroom. She stood up looking confused how did she get here. She touched her face, wincing at the long on mark left there.. ''How did you get that mark on your face'' Abby asked. Claire looked at Abby as she applied lip gloss. She stepped toward Abby ''Want me to show you''.
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