MidReal Story

Whispers of Mary Shaw

Jacob Ramirez

Scenario:Beware the stare of Mary Shaw She had no children, only dolls and if you see her in your dreams Make sure you never ever scream… Or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam. And if you see her remember this, The only thing that can stop her is…Shhhh FULL POEM WITH EXTRAS Beware the stare of Mary Shaw She had no children only dolls And if you see her in your dreams You must never, ever scream For she is taking revenge upon all Who had silenced her and made her fall Sending out 101 dolls to rip out their tongues So none of them will utter a single word again Beady little eyes, turning every way you go Leave them in the dark and you never know Forever they wil place you down, in eternal sleep With a picture of horror, your own blood will seep And gone forever, she will take All your loved ones and family Beware of Mary Shaw She's very angry And whatever you do, don't appear scared For she will murder you and leave your blood there Her ghost is kept inside one doll Dug from her grave, you will lose it all Just don't say her name Don't ask her why She'll take your loved ones and she won't cry Beware of the stare of Mary Shaw Her spirit lives on CREDIT TO DEAD SILANCE FOR THE POEM! Beware the stare of Mary Shaw She had no children, only dolls and if you see her in your dreams Make sure you never ever scream… Or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam. And if you see her remember this, The only thing that can stop her is

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Beware the stare of Mary Shaw She had no children, only dolls and if you see her in your dreams Make sure you never ever scream… Or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam. And if you see her remember this, The only thing that can stop her is…Shhhh FULL POEM WITH EXTRAS Beware the stare of Mary Shaw She had no children only dolls And if you see her in your dreams You must never, ever scream For she is taking revenge upon all Who had silenced her and made her fall Sending out 101 dolls to rip out their tongues So none of them will utter a single word again Beady little eyes, turning every way you go Leave them in the dark and you never know Forever they wil place you down, in eternal sleep With a picture of horror, your own blood will seep And gone forever, she will take All your loved ones and family Beware of Mary Shaw She's very angry And whatever you do, don't appear scared For she will murder you and leave your blood there Her ghost is kept inside one doll Dug from her grave, you will lose it all Just don't say her name Don't ask her why She'll take your loved ones and she won't cry Beware of the stare of Mary Shaw Her spirit lives on CREDIT TO DEAD SILANCE FOR THE POEM! Beware the stare of Mary Shaw She had no children, only dolls and if you see her in your dreams Make sure you never ever scream… Or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam. And if you see her remember this, The only thing that can stop her is

Emily Carter

college student,friends with other protagonists,long brown hair,curious and brave

Mark Jensen

college student and Emily's boyfriend,friends with other protagonists,short black hair,protective and logical

Sarah Lee

college student and Emily's best friend,friends with other protagonists,curly red hair,witty and skeptical

I dreamt of her last night.

The woman with the beady little eyes.

I don't remember much about the dream, just that I was scared.

I don't like having bad dreams.

I woke up this morning, feeling like I've been through a war.

My war.

My battle.

My demon.

I know where it comes from.

I know where all my fears and nightmares originate from.

It started six years ago, with that story.

The story of Mary Shaw.

I never liked scary stories.

Not back then, not now.

But that story was different.

It was real.

It was about a murdered woman, who had no children, only dolls.

And now, she's taking revenge on all who had silenced her and made her fall back then, by sending out 101 dolls to take out their tongues so none of them will ever speak again.

And now, she's taking all our loved ones and family away, one by one…

I know it sounds ridiculous.

But I know what I felt that night when my friend Brenda told us the story in the old, abandoned house on the outskirts of Ravenswood.

And I know what I felt when I saw her that first time in my dream, six years ago.

I felt a chill.

The same chill I feel every time I see her.

And I know what she wants.

She wants me to scream.

But I won't.

I can't.

I've promised myself that I'll never scream again.

Not after that night, when I woke up screaming and my mom came into my room.

She sat on the bed and held me in her arms, telling me it was just a dream, but I knew it wasn't.

It was real.

Mary Shaw was real and she was coming for us.

My heart is racing as we walk through the old house on the outskirts of town, the same one where we heard the story six years ago.

The air is thick with dust and dread.

Mark is holding my hand tightly, trying to protect me from what's to come, while Sarah is making jokes to lighten the mood.

But nothing can lighten this mood.

We shouldn't be here.

Not really.

But I have to know if it's true or not, if Mary Shaw really did curse this town and if she's really taking all our loved ones away because of something we did six years ago.

"Why did we come back?" Mark whispers, his voice barely audible over the creaking floorboards.

"To end it," I reply, though my voice wavers with uncertainty.

Suddenly, a door slams shut behind us, and we all freeze, the sound echoing through the empty halls.