3 Deadly Drabbles - Urban Legends

Bloody Mary, Cropsey, and sewer alligators

Mirror Mary

Life was made for the beautiful, not for those who were deemed as less than by society. Mary stared at herself in the mirror and cursed God, her parents, and everyone she deemed responsible for her plain appearance.

No one ever looked Mary in the eye. They looked away, bored and uninterested, sometimes casting their gaze in the direction of a prettier little thing.

She wanted them to look, so she would make them, she would give them something to look at. Mary leaned in close to the mirror, lifted the razor blade and began to slice, carving, “BLOODY MARY.”

The Janitor

They called me mad, pointing to the picture of me in the papers, drooling as they led me out. You have to remember that there is more to the story than what you see in the picture.

Kids are cruel little things that sometimes need a straightening out. A clip on the ear was sometimes enough, or a stern talking to, but others needed more.

The last kid was the worst. Rotten to the core, and hateful. I wasn’t drooling the crazy man I’m labeled as now. I was spitting out a chunk of his ear. Look a little closer.

Clogged Pipe

The water began to rise, slowly at first, but gaining steam, like an incoming tidal wave. Craig grabbed the plunger and forced it down the toilet, pumping furiously.

Still, the water rose.

With a curse, he tossed the plunger aside, reaching into the bowl and jamming his hand into the hole at the bottom, fingers wiggling as he searched for the blockage.

The porcelain began to crack from the rear and Craig felt something sharp grab at his hand, biting down hard. He screamed as the alligator’s head broke through, snapping upward and tearing his arm free from his body.