Bloody Mary Ghost Novels & Stories

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

It was not because of her mother's yell that she froze in her steps, but because there was a ghost in the hallway. Her long hair was half burned and dampened by blood. Half of her body was churned like it was roasted in the fire. While half of her body was covered with bruises and wounds. Her bloody figure was creating blood stains on the ground. Her face was totally destroyed to the point identifying her was difficult. One could tell right away that this ghost died in a very cruel way. It was the familiar ghost who saw her a week ago and started to stalk her after they accidentally had eye contact.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

“He’s the bartender from the previous club where I loved partying. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in bartenders.” Soon enough, the bartender brought their drinks and placed the glasses before them. Anna stared at the contents of the drink, wondering what on earth it was. She’d never seen it before. “What the hell is this?” “Bloody Mary.” “Weird name. What is that?” “A drink. You’re going to love it. You see this place, you better come here often and get a membership. I have a feeling that this place is going to soon get more crowded than it already is. Come closer I’ll tell you something.”

Marybeth pointed out, adding quickly when she noticed the apprehension in Scarlett's eyes, "my father and Danica will be there as well. So you and Lewis don't have to feel out of place." "It's not that I'm worried about," Scarlett said as she snatched the card from the florist and read Austin's cheesy message, wishing Marybeth a happy second-week anniversary. "What's the problem?" Marybeth asked. "I mean, what will we do there? Would we have to drink blood or something?" Marybeth rolled her eyes, "they are criminals, not vampires! Why would you have to drink blood?" "Isn't that what all these secret organisations do?" "Again, they are criminals, not some secret organisation!" Marybeth lied a

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

Mary went out & got a lighter as the guards cruelly held him down as he screams in fear. Mary came back with a lighter. Bob cries out "Mary, why do you have that? What's that for? A- A ritual or something?" Mary slowly SET FIRE TO BOB'S SCALP AND THEN DROVE HER FIST INTO HIS ARMPIT like lightning. Mary left the scene saying "Put his head out, girls." Then The women pulled him to a pool outside & dropped him into it. They just... Cruelly threw him in. Both guards were picked due to being psychopathic.

Time stood still for a moment while the blade whizzed over the tender skin of her neck. Blood spurted out of the wound, bathing the ground before them in the thick scarlet liquid. When he was done, and the wicked grin had left his crazed face, he dumped the remains in front of him. Marya’s lifeless beady eyes flashed for a moment, while I held my breath, before she fell into the puddle of her own blood. A heart crushing sound left Grendal’s lips as he cried for his loss with a shattering snarl. The sound travelled through bone and marrow like violent whips full of hurt and pain.