The Reflection of Bloody Mary

After reading As I was Singing’s post “Unwelcome Visitors and Candy Men” it brought back my own childhood memories. You know the one where you take the dare, walk into the dark bathroom, turn on the tap water, repeat bloody Mary five times and wait to  see if her morbid face appears…

Mary, Queen of Scots

The coward I was I never tempted fate, I always said her name once, and then ran out the bathroom in fear of that face appearing in the mirror.

I would then have a restless sleep for the next week.  I would lie awake wondering  “What if she did appear? Would she haunt me? Would I face my death?”  It is all of these nervous thoughts that would run through my brain as a young  girl with an over active imagination.

That was until last night, I decided to tempt fate, I walked into the bathroom, shut-off the light, I turned on the tap water and went to say, “Bloody Mar…”

And then is when I heard the knock on the door, “Honey! Is everything alright?”

“Yes! It’s fine. I’m just washing my face.”

“You are washing your face in the dark?”

“Yes! The dark! Could you give me some peace and quiet!”

It was with that I waited and heard foot steps slowly walk away.

I started again, “Bloody Mary.”

“Mom! Can you open the door I need to go to the bathroom!”

“Fine.”

I open the door and the little one does his business. After he leaves I try one last time. I turn off the lights, turn on the tap water, look in the mirror…

“Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary.”

“Honey! Are you sure everything is okay?”

It’s with that I exasperated “Bloody Hell! What does it take to get some bloody privacy?”

It was then I sauntered out of the bathroom  deciding it was best not to tempt fate. The gods must have been telling me something!  Sadly, my husband is still perplexed as to why a grown woman was in the bathroom with the lights off and tap water running. Sometimes some things are best left secret…

Have you ever tempted fate by putting a superstition to the test?

26 thoughts on “The Reflection of Bloody Mary

  1. I loved this post! I’ve actually never met someone who has gone through with it- or gotten past the second bloody mary. I’d never do it because just the thought scares the living daylights out of me…

  2. Oh my gosh, I can’t stop laughing! Nope, don’t think I ever did that! Something to look forward to – right after I dye my hair bright blue! ( Hey, my daughter suggested it would fit my personality!)

  3. I have a tendency to mild OCD issues. There was a time when I virtually enslaved myself to little idiosyncrasies that accumulated into a jumbled morass of personal goofiness quite capable of torment. When my world blew up, on the climb back, I vowed to never be in the grasp of those things ever again. And I pretty much succeeded, because when the urge to do so stirs, I give it a what for think down.

    I rather like the bloody hell, the expression, as opposed to the bloody hell, the place, which I don’t believe in anyway, har. I think on a dear British friend, her distinctive voice playing in my head, and I smile.

    I’ve digressed. Tempting fate? Here is one vote for you giving it another go, and admitting your mirrored quest to hubby and children. I can pretty much guess that the children will full of curiosity – and probably quite ready to run if a steamy silhouette of a face flashes in your mirror.

    • If a face ever flashed in the mirror it would be every man for himself! Besides I would never have made eye contact or it would be doom ;)

      Bloody is my choice word of expression, my children don’t view it as a swear word, and I don’t have to put money in the swear jar. I hope they don’t catch on! I sometimes have a sailor’s mouth and have to be cautious.

      OCD, I’m beginning to wonder if I have a little of that…

  4. I’ve never done the Bloody Mary thing. It’s too much like the Candyman, and he really freaks me out.

    You have to have the water running? So…if I did it without the water on, I’d probably be fine?

  5. You should attempt it again when the house is empty. And tell me me how it works. Well, assuming that hopefully you’ll be able to :)

    Much thanks for the props Love!

  6. I remember people talking about the “bloody mary” thing as a kid, but I never knew the particulars (I NEVER tried any such thing – being both too sensible and too chicken).

    And the thought of you trying to carry it out and being interrupted by the family is now one of my favorite images for the week.

  7. I’ve never heard of the Bloody Mary business. Or the Candyman, for that matter. I’ve been trying to remember superstitions, and the only one I can come up with is “step on a crack, break your mother’s back”. We all stepped very carefully over those sidewalk cracks, and I’ve never known anyone whose mother broke her back.

    There was that ladder thing, too – but the only reason I learned to stop walking under them is that a cousin dumped a half-bucket of paint on my head when I did.

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