We've all heard the stories. Stand in a dark bathroom with a single candle as a light source, stare deep into the mirror and call her name three times. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Blo- Well... You get the idea... But this story is not about the fabled ghost in the mirror. No, this story is about the legend, or more how the legend works. No supernatural being stalks its prey to their home. "Call for m-...a-...-dnight..." "Emily" "Emily!" I called out. My call was greeted by silence. I laughed to myself. How could I have believed something would happen? If only I had known back then...