Scary Bloody Mary Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Based on their screams, there was at least one girl and one boy. Gray continued walking forward with her eyes narrowing from trying to see in the dark. Just then, a bloodied hand appeared from the walls and attempted to brush her face but she ducked and it got the faces of those behind her instead. When she turned around, as she suspected, it was red paint on the hand which was now dirtily smeared on the guy’s face. Gray resumed walking and this time, a skeleton body appeared from the ceiling, almost hitting her but she dodged it once again and although it did not hit the people behind her, it made them fall on their backs from fright along with screams of course.

She dragged on the coat and slotted the pistol into a belt she found in Robert's closet, fastening it tightly round her waist. "Do not ask me questions, Mary. If I do not return then that is because the fates have decreed it so. I will be with my husband either way. Now go." She shooed the girl away, before making sure she had all she needed. Red screamed out loud as she could feel that her head was splitting into two…who was that man whom she was seeing and why were the two cubs looking at her like that? The werewolf named Rick was lying dead at her feet and she was covered in blood. The pungent odour that reeked from her body made her nauseous.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

Yang Xiao stared at the lady in red and said indifferently. Bloody Mary, the name of the cocktail. This cocktail was mixed with vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, andqin roots. The bright red Persian juice looked like blood, so it was named after it. ‘Blood Mary’ was the name of a ghost, and it originated from a legend. This wine was very popular in underground pubs, and it was also known as ‘Wine-so-drunk’.

Wrapping a gift with care, she hastened towards Marriane, her mind consumed by a mysterious intent. As Marriane chatted animatedly with her friends over the phone, an ominous presence engulfed her. "Who's there?" she dared to inquire, but the silence that followed only intensified her unease. Suddenly, crimson drops fell upon her forehead, an inexplicable source of blood that sent shivers down her spine. Her voice trembled with fear, but her pleas went unanswered, lost in the abyss of solitude. The blood continued its macabre descent, suffocating Marriane's senses until she succumbed to unconsciousness, the weight of her terror overwhelming.

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

Marcus says sternly, making John realize that this is not going to be a friendly chat. “What do you want to know?” “Who killed my sister?” “Believe it or not, Mary was killed by Count Dracula”. Lucas scoffs, “I’ve heard this story before and it’s nonsense,” “I’m sure you have. He is here and he wants to do something really bad,” John says. “And you expect us to believe that?” “Let him talk, Luke” Marcus shuts his brother. “Mary and I thought that Mary’s daughter, Rachael was kidnapped.

Without Leah to bother me, I finally got some peace and quiet and was able to sleep well at night. Several days later, I suddenly noticed piles of trash stacked outside my front door. Could someone had accidentally left them here and forgotten about them? Not giving it much thought, I simply tossed the trash away. However, after that day, trash would frequently appear in front of my house. Sometimes, there would also be dead rats, which gave off a terrible stench. Besides that, I would also occasionally receive scary parcels, where a bloody silicon finger would drop out whenever I opened them. Threatening words in red paint would also be scrawled across the walls.

She moved with a jerky, erratic speed that defied the laws of biology. Before I could scream, she was over me. The air grew frigid, smelling of ozone and rot. I felt the cold pressure of her hand on my chest, a sensation like touching dead ice. Then came the pain—sharp, blinding, and absolute. A blade, or perhaps just her elongated, needle-like fingers, pierced my side. The sensation of tearing flesh, the hot spray of blood, the sudden, overwhelming darkness as the room tilted and collapsed.