One night i was on the internet chatting to a person on a chat room
and this is how the conversation went………..

me: hiya, wat ur name.
person: I can’t tell u that.
me: why?
person: it’s a secret.
me: well my names Jack so u have got to tell me yours.
person: fine my names BLOODY MARY .
me: cool !
person: This is a secret so don’t tell anybody, I travel around in mirrors.
me: ok your starting to freak me out now!
person: I live near u.
me: wan’t to meet some time
person: yes, if you wan’t to see me send this conversation in an e-mail to 11 of your freinds then you can see me and not get hurt.
me: okay seeya soon then!
person: yeah…… soon…….

when I had sent this conversation to eleven of my freinds I went into my room and noticed the light would not switch on, I carried on in my room and looked in my mirror, I saw a black figure with greasy long hair holding a knife take a step towords me, and bring back the knife abouve its head I turned around and the figure had gone. The light flickered back on it revealed a pool of blood on the floor of my tatty bedroom, if I hadn’t sent that conversation, Mary would of hurt me, so if this happens to you just don’t say you want to meet her, because its not just somebody freaking you out, its for real.