Nothing at All...

This story is based off of a true ghost video that my friend captured. It was that of Bloody mary.

It all started a few years ago. I was fooling around with my SONY camera. It was very new and it had just come from Amazon. It was an amazing camera; being able to capture videos that were so smooth and clear. It was such a miracle!

A few days later, I had my friend over. I was bragging about my new camera and how it could capture just about anything. He scoffed, "I bet you, it can't capture ghosts."

"Oh yes it can."

I countered with a rough voice.

"Well," he said, "try it."

I acquiesced to his bet, and waited until the sky was dark. That night, the stars weren't visible. The owls weren't hooting. It was unnaturally quiet.

"Ok, I'm starting. Wanna come with me?"

My friend ferociously shook his head. "No way! I'm not gonna go in there!"

So I went alone. At midnight.

I turned my camera on and hesitated for a moment before creaking open the door that seperated the hallway from the bathroom. Flipping the light switch on, I stepped on the cold tile floor and looked into the mirror placed a few inches above the sink. I saw my reflection. I saw a glimpse of me smiling even though I was awfully scared. Figuring it was just a glare, I slammed the door shut and shut the lights off.

"Ok, here goes."

I took a deep breath before continuing.

"Bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary."

The little baby butterflies in my stomach morphed into huge moths flapping as hard as they could. I gulped and trembled. I felt something cold behind me. Out of curiosity I flipped the lights back on.

In the mirror, I could see the reflection of me holding my brand new camera. However, there was something behind me that wasn't there before I turned the lights off. Her skin was pale white, her hair blonde and coming down to the waist, wearing a white dress that seemed torn and tattered. Her staid mouth turned into a wicked smile as I screamed. I dropped the camera onto the floor and tried to run out of the room but the door wouldn't unlock.

"NO, NO NO!!!!"

I could see Mary drifting behind me. Her transparent hand touched my shoulder and I started feeling like I was dissolving. I fell onto my knees and started to black out. Right before I went into the coma, I heard her laughing. Laughing like a crazy person. Then I blacked out.

I woke up alone. There was a pool of drool next to my open mouth and my right arm was stretched toward the wall. I pulled myself up and squinted. A beam of fresh light came through the sun roof and lit the room up. I saw the camera lying next to me and picked it up. It was broken. I had no proof that I had ever seen Mary and my friend was going to win the bet.

If anything, dying was better than losing this bet; he's a perfect person. I wanted to disprove him once and for all. I picked my broken camera up and stumbled down to my bedroom. I placed the camera on top of the wooden cabinet standing right next to my desk and stretched. I dressed up into jeans and a black t-shirt and went to the camera repair shop in town.

"eh?" the store owner greeted me when I entered the store. "What do you want?"

"I want to get my camera fixed."

"yeah whatever, just leave it on my counter."

He seemed absorbed into his laptop which was playing a soccer match: Barcelona VS Real Madrid.

"Well," I started to ask. " When should I pay-"

"Pay me when you get back. I don't have time now. Scram!"

I practically got kicked out of the store. Rubbing my butt, I scrambled back to my house and took a nap.

The 2 days after that were perfectlly normal. The only thing that I was missing was my new camera. I was really looking forward to getting it back.

I got a phone call 3 days after my encounter with Mary.

"Hey kid." said the store owner."Your camera's ready, come pick it up."

"Ok, thanks."

I hung up and took my leather jacket off the metal racket standing next to the main enterance. After wearing it, I stumbled into the cold night and walked toward the repair shop.

I opened the door and entered. As usual, the owner greeted me with a grunt.

"camera's over there. Pick it up."

"the money..."

"Leave it over there."

I grabbed a wad of bills out of my pocket and placed it on the glass counter on which my fixed camera was placed upon. I took my camera back and thanked the owner.

I exited the shop and strolled down the sidewalk leading to my home. I turned it on just to make sure it was OK. The boot up screen popped up and seconds later, my recorded videos list came up. Upon all of the videos was the Bloody Mary video and one more that I had no reminiscence of.

I stopped walking right on the spot and played the video.

It was a video of a wedding ceremony. The film looked like it was recorded in the 1980s because it was fuzzy and had unclear colors. The terrible 8-bit type music blared into my ears as if I was wearing headphones and it kept on showing the wedding. The camera then showed the couple walking down the aisle. They looked extremely happy as did their parents.

Then the camera changed view to a mirror on the wall. There was a fuzzy reflection shown on it, but I couldn't see what it was. The fuzziness eventually cleared away and I saw what was in the mirror.

My friend's head. It was wedged ontp a wooden pike from the medieval era.

Then it went to another scene.

Mary was looking directly into the camera. Then she smiled. She pointed her crooked finger towards me.

"Your turn."

Then there was nothing. Nothing at all.