Giggling was heard as one of the teenagers in the room pushed another towards the door leading to the bathroom. "Fuck no, I am not doing that game." The teenager who had been pushed towards the bathroom door told the other two in the room.

   "Come on, it'll be fun. It's a silly kid's game, nothing's going to happen," The girl begged the male near the door. She had honey blonde hair that flowed midway down her back, chocolate brown eyes, a pink crop top on that had a heart on it, a pair of ripped jeans, and more makeup than one woman should wear on her face. The male near the door had short ginger hair, hazel eyes, a grey shirt that had the character from a video game he played on it, a pair of sweatpants, and was wearing a pair of black shoes. The last male in the room (who was the quiet one in the group) was wearing a black sweatshirt that had the logo of their school on it, a pair of black jeans, had short jet black hair, and ice blue eyes that were outlined with a lot of black eyeliner.

   "Have you heard of the stories that went wrong with the game? I could get my eyes clawed out, clawed out!" He exclaimed, fighting the woman who was trying to force him into the bathroom (which the door leading into it was open).

   "It won't go wrong, I promise you. Those stories are fake, people made them up to scare people. Hey, if it makes you feel better we'll be right outside of the bathroom door, okay," She tried to reassure her friend.

  "Fine, but only if you guys stand right outside of the door." He finally caved in, before helping get the supplies as his friend squealed with happiness.

   "Please spare our ears, Ellie," The quiet one said, using his friend's nickname.

   "Shut up, Zach," She playfully snapped at the male now known as Zach. They then all set up what was needed, before leaving the male who was forced into playing the dangerous game in the room. He sighed, before doing what was needed before starting the game.

   He then took a deep breath before saying, "Bloody Mary...B-Bloody Mary...B-Bloody M-Mary." A figure appeared in the mirror, startling the male. In a flash, the figure moved to attack him. He let out a blood curdling screech as claws made contact with his face, drawing blood.

   "Evan, unlock the door," Ellie screeched, trying to open the door that was locked. The claws dug into his flesh on his face, making blood collect on his lips, into his mouth, and invaded his sense of smell. The figure clawed out his eyes, as it clawed his face beyond recognition. The door was being banged on by both of his friends as the man was being slaughtered. The figure slit his throat with its claws, still clawing at his throat. After his, the figure went fully back into the mirror before disappearing. The door unlocked by itself, letting the two friends rush into the room to see their dying friend.

   "Evan," Ellie screamed as she saw the sight of her mangled, dying friend.

   "Evan, no," Zach screeched, running towards his friend. He held his friend in his arms, blood dripping onto his clothing but not caring. He turned towards Ellie and told her, "Get an ambulance." She nodded, and ran towards the phone that was located in the other room. "Evan, please hang on. We can't lose you, I can't lose you." Evan begged the dying man, tears flowing down his face. They couldn't save Evan, it was too late when the ambulance arrived. He had died in Zach's arms, destroying both friends but Zach most especially. They both were scarred from that day, both not wanting to ever approach the bathroom that their friend had died in.