"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."

 

Face a mirror, flick off the lights, and shut the door and call upon the Queen of Blood. Spine-chilling slumber-party games that a majority of teenagers whisper and giggle to each other about. Say her name three times in the dark into a mirror and supposedly the floating head of a dark-haired woman will appear and you'll either wind up dead, missing, or disappointingly to some, nothing transpires at all. What those harmless rumors fail to mention is that Bloody Mary is very much indeed hauntingly real.

 

Long before magic rippled through the lands, long before the fables our parents tell us when tucking us into bed at night, there reigned a truly terrible Queen of horror. Usurped by her followers, Mary was locked away into a "Looking Glass" into a dimension of utmost horrendous desolated proportions. 

 

 In this world up is down, down is up. Bereft of warmth, you are eternally trapped in a void of darkness, alone with your own thoughts and each and every agonizing second you are confined to this world, you suffer any and all risks of it consuming your mind, feeding off your worst fears and worries.