Here is a scary short story to tide you over until tomorrow. It's titled, Road Trip. Read if you dare...
man refilling the hotdog machine at Burt’s Market gave me a wide, toothless
grin. What little teeth he did have were
yellowed and covered in tobacco flecks.
managed a semi-polite smile and went back to examining the rack of snacks. I also tugged my jean mini down to make sure
it covered my ass.
think that’s Burt?” My boyfriend’s voice
was unexpectedly close to my ear making me jump.
elbowed him. “Jerk.”
sucked in air and pretended I had actually hurt him. “Watch it slugger. I think you cracked a rib.” His smile turned devilish. “Maybe we should blow this party off and get
a hotel room so you could take care of me all weekend.”
rolled my eyes. “We already told Nathan
and Chelsea we’d be there.”
strong arms came around me and hugged me to his broad chest. “Oh fine.”
He kissed my neck and I giggled.
“You always get your way Melissa.”
and I were on a road trip from Virginia to Georgia to visit our friends for the
night. Then tomorrow we were headed out
to the beach. We stopped at a shabby gas
station on the side of a very long stretch of country highway.
the Little Debbi cakes instead of Honey Buns.”
He pointed to the row of sweets I was gazing at, his sandy blonde hair
falling in his face. He brushed it back,
revealing the extent of his dazzling blue eyes and chiseled face.
I breathed, fascinated by how gorgeous he was.
voice trailed off as a sharp pain resonated above my right temple. It pulsed so hard my vision turned red then
black as if I was going pass out. It
felt like someone had struck me with a two-by-four.
Okay. I've just finished writing out the plot points for the final installment of the Divine Darkness series, Dark Goddess. Awe. I know. It's the end. I actually got a little teary eyed when I was done.
But on a good note, the story's not over completely. I've been thinking about doing a few spin offs to tell some of the other characters' tales of love--or lust depending on who's doing the wooing. The action will be centered around them of course, but I'm sure Hartley and Hayden will be in there somewhere.
Back to Dark Goddess... All I'm going to say at this point is be prepared to face old enemies and their motives might just surprise you...
I'll start with the one that still makes me tremble--aftershocks from sleepless sleepovers. I'm only going to say the full name once. You got it. Once. Because in this techno world she could manifest in the computer monitor instead of a bathroom mirror. It is reflective when powered off.
Here goes... Bloody Mary.
Probably 95 percent of the female population in America is familiar with this legend and have tried the ritual at one time or another. I'm definitely a multiple offender.
I don't know how I originally heard about B.L., but I do remember my mom and aunt telling my cousins and me that she was a real, trying to scare the snot out of us. Of course we laughed at them too-cool-for-school then screamed our heads off when not five minutes after the conversation we tried the ritual and they banged and rattled on the door.
So wrong of them. How could they?
The legend is supposedly of a woman named Mary Worthington. There's a whole heap of different versions of the twisted tale, most involving her stealing or murdering children. One particularly gruesome story is about a young woman who gave birth to a fatherless child in the 1700's. The townspeople sliced and diced her with glass while she watched in a mirror. Another claim said she was actually the ghost of Queen Mary I who suffered from multiple miscarriages.
All accounts offer a chilling demise of the woman, leading to her hair-raising hauntings.
This is the part most of us are familiar with if not experts. There are variations, but this is the one I remember.
You go into a bathroom, light a candle, say B.L. three times, and blow out the candle. You wait for her to appear and she's supposed to scratch you.
In hindsight it sounds pretty freaking sadistic, but when you're young you get your thrills where you can.
One other version I remember is the same as above, but you hold a fork to your chest and say, "I've got your bloody baby," and she's supposed to appear and stab you with it.
I never liked playing that one.
Most scientist chalk up any actual sightings of her in the mirror as hallucinations brought on by the flash of the candle going out and staring at your reflection too long... some crap about your eyes playing tricks on you. Blah. Where's the fun in that?
So... that is a little about the legend of B.L. Hope you enjoyed. And if you're brave enough maybe on a dark night you should try the little ritual. Just don't be surprised if the deranged chick shows up and plays you like a scratching post.
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A new series is on the way... I'm working on a new series, no title yet. But I can tell you the heroine has a snarky attitude, one heck of a potty mouth, and is very good at two things--driving guys crazy and kicking ass. Oh and there are demons.
There will be more on this lethal heart breaker in the future. I'm also plotting out the final installment of the Divine Darkness series, Dark Goddess. Yep. The final one, but on a good note, I'm thinking of doing a spin off involving some of the other characters. Stay tuned for more updates...