I wrote for a scary story site,Monolith forums

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Even as I begin this journal I can barley believe what I’ve found out. To start from the beginning my name is Jake, I’m a parapsychologist. Before I begin you’ve heard the “Bloody Mary” legend, Right. If you haven’t, she is said to have been hung for witchcraft. The next chapter in the legend states that when her name is said in the dark in front of a mirror, in a certain way, she appears. Now what happens when she appears is unclear.
Now, this information may help but is really not necessary. The truth of the legend is far different. Again, Going back to the beginning this all started with a dream, no a nightmare.
I found myself in what I believe was a barn, or storage building of some kind. The walls were made out of some kind of old worn out wood. It had a soft dirt floor. There were some bales of hay scattered around. I was sitting behind a pile of bales in the back corner. I heard the door open and looked carefully, remaining hidden. I saw the side door open a crack and somebody slide through. It was a girl I could make out her clothing, a brown cloak but nothing else in the darkness. She sat down on one of the bales of hay and took out a book with a brown cover and opened it up in her lap. She then pulled a pencil out of a pocket in her cloak and started writing.
I heard the door again another figure slid in. I couldn’t make out his face but he was clothed in black head to toe. I don’t know what it was but something about him wasn’t right, Shoot, He scared the hell out of me. He walked quietly toward the girl. I guess she heard the door because she sprung up flinging the journal off her lap. She whirled around and backed away quickly when she saw him.
“Get away.” She cried frantically
“Why, Mary? Are you afraid of me?”
His calm, cool voice sent a chill down my spine. And with the mention of that name I started to realize what I was witnessing. I thought it was just a legend, But Mary at least was real. And not much else of it seemed to be the truth.
“Why are you doing this? Why are stalking me?” She continued to beg for answers.
“Because you’re a threat to my master.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your little “gift”, the one you trapped one of us with a few years ago. It’s a threat.”
At that I began to understand even more. If she had such a gift her ability to imprison these things whatever they are could be easily be mistaken for witchcraft.
“What?” She spoke with a mix of fear and confusion. She must not have remembered what she did.
“That night when your mom sent you out to get your little sister. And she
was being chased by something. Remember?”
“I don’t know, Just leave me alone.”
She definitely didn’t know what He was talking about.
“Enough I’ve spent too much time here already”
He reached behind his back and pulled out a knife. Even in the dark its silvery curved blade shined bright, like I was meant to see it. She tried to scream but he reached out quickly and covered her mouth. He slashed with the knife. I saw blood spray as the knife sliced through her throat. I froze with fear as he slung the dead body over his shoulder and walked out, tossing the knife aside as he went. Once I heard the door open and slam back shut I slowly got up. I stepped out of my hiding place and walked over to where the journal lay on the ground. I reached down and picked it up. The cover was some kind of leather. I opened it up there was a name in the front cover “Mary Worth”. If I had any doubt at all, It was gone by then .
I tucked the book under my arm and walked towards the discarded knife. It had a short curved blade with a white polished handle. I reached down to pick up, as I touched it I felt a pain run up my arm.
I shot up in bed grabbing my arm. I looked down, there was a rat trap clinging on just above my wrist. I had put them out to catch the rodents in my crappy apartment.
Well I forgot about the whole thing for a few weeks until I checked out a curio shop downtown. I forget the name of it but it was mostly full of junk. Cheap reproductions of famous artifacts cluttered the shelves. The owner tried to sell me “Excalibur” for fifty bucks. I was about to leave when something on table caught my eye.
It was the journal, and the knife tied together with a piece of twine. I stopped and placed my hand on the handle. I pulled it up and the rotten twine broke easily. I turned it in my hand the blade was rusted, possibly bloodstained. The white handle which with closer inspection I realized was made of some kind of bone was yellowed, but even with the damage I knew it was the knife from my dream.
I carefully placed the knife on the table and gently opened the journal. There it was, her name. I was sure that they were same objects from my dream. I jumped as a voice spoke behind me.
“You interested in these items?”
“What?” I responded still surprised and a little dazed
“The book and the knife. Are you interested?” He repeated.
Finally getting my bearings I answered. “Can you tell me where they came from?” I questioned trying not to give away that I knew the answer.
“Back in the sixteen-ninetys a young girl disappeared out of a barn while she was writing in her journal.”
“This journal” I asked playing along.
“Yes when they searched the barn they found it and that knife on the floor. As well as a blood splatter on the wall, they assumed her dead.”
“Why would somebody kill her?” I asked having a feeling I knew the answer.
“The whole town thought she was a witch.”
“I see I better get going I have some errands to run.” I quickly changed the subject wanting to move on now that I was sure of my facts.
“Would you like to buy them?” he asked as I stared at the items on the table.”
“Yes I’ll give you twenty-five for the book and the knife” I offered trying to act only mildly interested in the purchase.
“Fine” he accepted and walked off towards the counter as I carefully grabbed up both objects and followed. As I reached the counter the shopkeeper was writing up my receipt. He asked me for the twenty-five . I reached in my pocket and pulled out two crinkled up bills a twenty and a five. I placed them on the counter. He grabbed them and stuffed them in a lockbox.
Now is a good time to mention that this shopkeeper wasn’t the stereotypical creepy old guy like you see in a cheap horror movie. He was a young guy about thirty. He had short black hair and wore jeans and a flannel shirt. He was a little abrupt though.
I took my purchase and left eager to read the journal and examine the knife. As I walked out the door I heard a warning from the shopkeeper. “Watch out if you want to know what killed her. Some monsters are better left undisturbed.” I tried to ignore it and kept walking. But wondered in back of my mind how he knew what I wanted to learn.

Once I got home I went to my office and laid the items on my desk. I sat down and begin to examine the bloodstained blade of the knife. I was struck with an idea I could call my friend down at the crime lab, Tim to find out if the blood was female. I picked up my office phone and dialed his cell. It rang once, twice, three times then he answered on the fourth ring.
“Hello, Jake?” He said as he picked up the phone.
“Yeah it’s me I need some help.” I answered quickly.
“What is it this time?”
“I bought this old bloody knife from a curio shop. the shopkeeper said it’s from the sixteen-ninetys. I need you to tell me if the blood is female.”
“What? Why do you need that?’ He answered surprised.
“It’s a long story. Just get over here and I’ll explain then.”
“Fine, I’m at work right now. I’ll be there in a couple hours.” “Click” the phone hung up.
I hung up the phone on my end too. I decided to examine the book while I waited.
Now, as I write I’ll save myself the trouble of transcribing the whole journal and just give the passages that I found most interesting.
As I opened the book I noticed a piece of paper folded up in between the first and second pages. I gently unfolded the paper and read. It was a love note from someone named John.

Mary,
I saw you in town today. I was taken instantly by your beauty.
Your long silky black hair. Your sparkling blue eyes.
. The way you laughed at your friend’s joke. You seized my heart at
Once. Please meet me in room at
the Inn. Goodbye, see you soon
Lovingly
-John

The thought that he was the man in my dream crossed my mind. But I put the idea aside and kept reading. As I read I began to see that she must have used the journal only recently. The first passage talks about her fourteenth birthday. She couldn’t have been much older than eighteen the night she died. about halfway through I found the passage from night that he talked about.

February 12, 1695
I am completely terrified from what I have seen tonight. I can barely
write this down because I am shaking so badly. Mother sent me
outside to find Elizabeth. As I stepped out into the dark I heard a scream and
ran towards the sound. It was coming from the woodlands behind
the house Elizabeth came running out of the trees. She almost knocked me
over running into me. She wrapped her arms around my waist, crying.
She screamed that something was chasing her. I calmed her down
and sent her inside. I walked into the woods looking for what she saw.
A few feet in I heard a noise behind me. I turned around, and saw the shape
of body in the darkness. As my eyes adjusted I saw that it wasn’t human. It’s
greasy white hair fell loosing around the pale, dry, thick skin of it’s face .
It stared at me with those eyes, deep black surrounded by crimson.
It wore a black shirt and trousers. It’s chest covered with some kind of black,
glinting metal armor. Black armored boots covered its feet. It lunged at me,
I panicked and reached out to shove it back. As my hands made contact I felt
My hands grow warm and some strange feeling move through my arms. I was
blinded by a flash of white light. I heard the creature howl inhumanly and I
was knocked back. I slowly forced my self to my feet shaking. The creature
was gone. I saw something shimmering on the ground where it had been.
I reached down and picked it up. I turned the object in my hand, a small red
stone. It glowed faintly in the darkness. He must have dropped it and
ran. I put in the pocket of my gown and startled walking slowing back to the
house. I told father what happened and he went out looking for that thing.
He didn’t find it. He assumed it was a robber and I imagined the horrible
looks in the dark. I went up to bed and here I am, writing. The stone is still
glowing on my nightstand. I’ll take to my friend, May in the morning.
she knows about these things.

I then realized what that he had meant. Whatever she did to that thing, his “master” who, or what ever he was, was afraid she could do the same to him. As I read further I was startled by a knock at the door. I got up and walked around the corner and down the hall. I looked out the small peephole in the door, it was Tim.
I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. Tim stepped inside and unzipped his hooded sweatshirt to reveal a black CSI T-shirt.
“That’s kinda of an obvious joke isn’t it? I commented holding back a laugh.
“What?” He answered confused.
“Wearing a CSI shirt to your job at the crime lab” I clarified.
“What this thing? Heck, I just grabbed it out of the closet this morning.”
“Did you remember your gear?” I asked.
“Right here” he answered holding up a black bag.
“Good, come on.”I walked back down the hall to my office. Tim followed behind me. I walked in and picked up the knife off my desk. I turned around and held it out towards Tim. He took it and looked closely at the blade.
“It’s blood alright” He confirmed. He set the knife and the bag on the table. He unzipped the bag and began to rummage around inside. “Ah, here it is.” He said quietly to himself pulling out a vile. He popped off the top revealing a cotton swab attached to the under side of the handle. He carefully ran the swab across the blade. The white cotton quickly darkened with the rust and blood from the knife. He carefully inserted the swab back into the vial.
“When can you get back to me with the results?” I asked as he finished.
“I’ll head back to the lab tonight to run the test then get back to you in the morning.” He answered quickly.
“Thanks, see you in the morning” I said watching Tim pack up and walk out the office door. A few seconds later I heard the front door open then close again. I walked back out and locked the deadbolt. I decided to turn in for the night and continue in the morning.
I stood in the shower thinking about all I had read. That journal entry ran through my mind. I was snapped out of deep thought by a sound like knocking on glass. I slowing stepped out and grabbed my robe. The knocking was coming from the mirror. I rubbed away the steam and looked closely. I saw a face, but not human. I rubbed my eyes thinking I was seeing things. But it was real, the face staring back at me over my shoulder looked like a fox. A vixen to be precise. But it wasn’t evil or frightening she was beautiful, well as beautiful as I can find something of another species. She had Long black hair and blue eyes. She wore a brown cloak.
“Help, Please.” She begged sounding afraid.
I froze, that voice, it was the girl from my dream. I blinked and she was gone. I pieced more of the puzzle together. She was a kitsune, or at least had some kitsune bloodline. That’s where she got her abilities.
Still thinking on all this seemly impossible information I headed for my room. Opening my dresser draw I found a pair of boxers and a white undershirt. I pulled them on and climbed into bed.
Sitting at my desk in the morning I continued to read. I found the next days journal entry talking about Mary’s trip to see May.

February 13, 1695
I went into town today to show the stone to May. As I arrived at the Inn
May’s father, the Innkeeper greeted me and asked what I needed. I asked
to see May. He said he’d tell her I was there and went upstairs. I waited,
glancing around I noticed that the small dining room at the other side of the
building was empty except for two people. I young boy not much older
than myself sat at a table in the middle of the room. The other figure
gave me strange feeling they sat in the shadows in the back corner
Almost hidden. Their face was covered by tightly wound black
cloth and black hood was pulled up over the rest of their head. I could
not see it’s eyes but I somehow knew It was staring at me. A chill
ran through me as I looked away trying not to think about it. I
looked back at the stairs. May and her father were finally coming
down. She had slipped a robe on over a white nightgown. As she
reached the bottom of the stairs she asked me what I wanted.
I asked her if we could go up to her room, still afraid that thing was
listening. She agreed and headed back up stairs. I followed
quickly wanting to get away from it. We reached her door,
she opened it and led the way in. She walked over to the bed at
the other side of the room and sat down. I sat next to her. She
again asked me what I needed. I told what had happened last
night. She asked me if I had the stone. I took it from the pocket of
my dress and held it out. She took it from my hand and examined it.
She told me it looked like entrapment stone. I asked what it did.
She told me that when a dark one was trapped they
transformed into one of these stones. She also told me this
one was weak as this stone was small and the glow was faint. She
handed the stone back to me and I left. As I walked back
down towards the front door I noticed the people from
the dining room were gone.

As I finished reading the phone rang, it was Tim
“Did you get the results?” I asked.
“Yes, but it’s weird.” He answered confused.
“What do you mean, weird?”
“The blood isn’t human it’s from a fox.
This confirmed what I had seen, I told him the whole story. About the nightmare, the curio shop, the knife and the journal. Then I told him about what I had seen in the mirror last night.
There was silence on the other end “Whoa, that’s a little, odd.” He spoke slowly choosing his words.
“Only Odd?” I answered surprised.
“For you, yes. If anybody else told me that story I’d probably have em’ committed.” He laughed.
“So you believe me.” I answered confused.
“Yeah, need anymore help”
“Maybe, I’ll call back.”
We both hung up. I sat and thought about the facts for a while then got back to the journal, I was out of luck the rest of the pages were written in pencil and had faded away.
I went and bought a notebook and decided to start my own journal of these events. And here I am, I’ll have to find another lead to solve this mystery. I’ll try and find more on john and the “dark ones”. I also try and find that barn from my dream the one she died in, and that Inn. Those are my only leads I’ll call Tim in the morning and see want he can do. When I find out more I’ll log it here, in this book. But for now that’s all I have to write.
-Jake