Creepypasta Rituals

The digital glow of your phone cast long shadows across your bedroom, illuminating the well-worn text of the 'Bloody Mary' ritual. You'd read it a dozen times, the instructions etched into your mind: lights out, locked bathroom, single candle, spin and chant. A thrill, cold and sharp, traced its way up your spine. It was just a story, right? Just a game.

With a deep breath, you pushed aside the lingering doubts, the unsettling whispers from your own subconscious. The bathroom beckoned, a mundane space about to be transformed into a stage for the unknown. Your hand trembled slightly as you reached for the light switch, plunging the room into an inky blackness that seemed to swallow the air itself. Only the small, flickering flame of a candle offered a meager defiance against the encroaching gloom, its dance mirrored in the polished surface of the cabinet. This was it. No turning back now.