Bloody Mary Horror Novels & Stories

Mary quickly finished the food by gulping it down her throat, that was kept besides her and just as she was searching for something to drink, a hand holding a bottle of water was stretched in front of her face, startling her. Only then did she realize that she was originally inside a dark room locked away. All the memories of that human maid being killed in front of her eyes with blood oozing around from her neck and splattering around started flashing in Mary's mind making her become scared and cover herself in a foetal position. Her eyes widened and she hugged her body on the ground, burying her face in her palms, trying to hide away.

It was completely dark and when the light from the projector started reflecting off the screen, I could see that the stage was empty now. On the screen, there was more horror. In color this time. A man standing over the body of a woman on a table. He stabbed her chest and red blood poured out. He cut into her flesh and removed her heart. A trick. Phony blood, like in the movie. Probably a pig’s heart. I heard a noise behind the stage. Rustling, dragging. Before I could think to stop myself, I was already there, peering into the darkness. I’d started watching and I couldn’t stop. I had to see.

"Our only hope to survive this night is to keep our heads. When we found Graveston, God rest his soul, I saw blood, dark thick blood- which was not his own- also on the kitchen floor. The shots we heard being fired must have injured this...thing...which means if it can be hurt, then it can be killed too. You also saw how frightened Graveston was when we left the men...fear is what it follows, it can smell it, I am sure. And I will not let this cursed beast, if that is what it is, get the better of me. I am the lady of this house and I will not begin my life here as either a slave to my own fear, or as a corpse. Do I make myself clear?" Mary bobbed her head, gulping hard, her mistress's eyes

We turned into another corner then and arrived at a door, dangling with translucent curtains caked in crimson, and I could see something resembling a surgical table through the curtains. Mary and I both started to tiptoe, and while I held my hammer to my side, Mary unsheathed her katana. Using the tip of her blade, she carefully lifted the curtains, and my eyes instantly turned bloodshot from the strong scent of blood. I almost fainted immediately from the horrors inside the lab, and my stomach was churning even after I came to my senses, whereas Mary was standing beside me, holding herself against the wall as she retched.

one of the men said. "Never" agent Harry said as he shot one of the men. Before he could fire more rounds, he was riddled with bullets as I watched with horror as he dropped down to the ground dead. I screamed until I had no strength left as I was roughly pushed to the ground, my dress torn and dirty. Agent Bob shielded me while he kept on shooting at the invaders but he too met the same fate as agent harry. I was alone now, all security with me dead. I didn't know what to do but I, sure as hell wouldn't give up without a fight and so, I picked up a gun lying beside me as I aimed at the invaders.

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

All he wanted was the best for her, he never wanted that smile to leave her lips. He promised to show her the world, which he did, foolishly so. Martha was a gentle woman on the outside but deep down she was fierce, that was what called him…lured him in and also blinded him from the truth. Until that fateful morning when she threw up blood on his clothes, her entire body went limp in his arms and he could hardly hear her breathe. She was dying… That was what the doctors told him. Said she had leukemia, said it came so suddenly that they didn’t notice on time despite her going to their hospital every month for a fucking check up!

"No one will stand in my way! You have to die!" Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Júlio was restless. Mary had disappeared, and he felt a growing knot in his stomach. He searched for her everywhere. He decided to go out into the rain, even with the heavy downpour outside. He headed to the barn, his heart racing. He found it strange that the door was slightly open. When he stepped inside, his eyes widened in horror at the sight of Mary lying on the ground, a pool of blood around her.

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.

Giselle sighs, massaging her temples. There's no other way she could survive this, so she shuts her textbook, organized her writing materials inside her pencil cases, and placed it all inside her bag. Giselle pulled her iced coffee and started sipping on it. She runs her finger on the leaked water from her cold cup. "No, I don't believe in them. We're no longer twelve," Giselle ridicules, rolling her eyes in absurdity. Her eyes trailed to her surroundings while Yvonne began to tackle more about bloodsucking demons until Giselle found something that caught her attention. Mr. Mercado placed newly made tiramisu crepe cake, the ones that she loves.