bloody mary

Day 18: Bloody Mary Bloody Mary

I skipped over Day 17 because I couldn’t make myself write anything. I had that weird anxiety belly all day and I couldn’t figure out why and I just laid around lazy making it worse. I have no excuse. But upward and onward. Day 18 of Camp Nano Project: Question of the Day.

Did you ever play Bloody Mary at a slumber party?

source: I don’t remember.

You would assume, knowing my obsessive interest in the paranormal, that I would’ve been down to play a good old round of Bloody Mary. For anyone who may not know or remember because you blocked it out out of sheer willpower and fright, Bloody Mary is more than that disgusting drink with clam juice and vodka. Bloody Mary was a “game” where you would stand in the bathroom with the lights out, close your eyes (I think) and chant “Bloody Mary” three times and when you opened your eyes, you would see a murdered girl in the mirror, standing behind you and looking at you. I know that we joked about doing this at several parties, I don’t actually know if any of us went through with that third “Bloody Mary”. Maybe the game came about after drinking three Bloody Marys and trying to refocus and reassess your life decisions alone in the bathroom when you’re face looks bloated and weird and you realize you’ve had too many Bloody Marys.

My interest in the paranormal is joke based only. When put into an actual situation where there may or may not be a ghost, I’m likely the person who’s peed on the floor and weeping.

I’ve lived with a ghost. Possibly a demon. I feel like I’ve written about this in a blog post here, but maybe I’ve just talked about it too many times. Anyway, ghosts are trouble and not something you jokingly invite into your home. I’ve watched The Exorcist, I’ve seen how that plays out.

I remember once at my grandma’s house, my sister and I decided we would try to summon Mary. It was the afternoon, what could go wrong? We’ll never know because I couldn’t go through with it. Not even in the middle of the afternoon.

The slumber parties I remember the most and most fondly are the ones where we tried to scare each other. Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board was a favorite and I always wanted to be the one levitated so that I could feel envied for being so magical and airy. I never levitated. And then there was the ouija board which I’m not sure if it worked or not but when I was a middle schooler, I would sometimes push the little triangle thing to see how far I could get my friends to believe.

But this Bloody Mary business, I don’t know. I’m 43, and I’m still a little scared of it I think. I should go see if I can try it now. Uh, wait. On second thought, nope. Thinking about it has made me scared of the thought of even walking the hallway on the way to the bathroom. I’d rather drink a Bloody Mary.