“Bloody Mary.” Jane had turned out the lights, closed the blinds, and closed the door. Ana and Demetria waited outside.
“Bloody Mary.” She’d wanted do it all together. She was afraid, she admitted. But Ana said it only worked if you were alone.
“Bloody Mary.” Jane held her breath and looked around in the near-pitch dark. Nothing. She bit her lip. She thought Demetria might say they hadn’t heard her, that she hadn’t really said the words.
“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” she said in full voice.
“It only works if you’re alone,” whispered a voice in her ear.