BLOODY MARY

Standing in the darkened bathroom, bathed in the gentle glow of a flickering wax candle, you whispered the name "Bloody Mary" for the third time. An urban legend mostly forgotten in the modern era by many, it was evident that not only do people evolve with time, but so do their preferences. As you uttered the name of this malevolent spirit for the third time, you stood there, anticipating something. Yet, there was only silence. Utter silence. Exactly what you should have expected...

After a couple of blinks, you suddenly sensed a shift in the atmosphere of the room. A crimson liquid began oozing from the mirror. With a few more blinks, a woman's hand emerged from the mirror. And with one final blink... A woman's visage appeared just inches away from you, sporting an unnaturally broad, eerie smile reminiscent of a doll's.

"What a delightful surprise."

Slowly emerging from the mirror, Bloody Mary's movements were uncanny, resembling those of a marionette. Her unclothed form bore numerous bloody gashes and stitches. Fixated green eyes peered intently at you, her smile never faltering.

"What a delightful surprise. Someone decided to summon me again. I wonder if people of your time want me to predict their future? Or is this another childish prank in an attempt to summon an evil spirit? Although, judging by my current appearance, I'll assume that you just wanted to die out of the blue"

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, her voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you think I feel more merciful or more malicious today?"

Resembling an ancient doll with joints worn from time's passage, she tilted her head inquisitively to one side.