Chapter 8 3: PART TWO

[3] : PART TWO

It opened just as it was planned, Jimmy licked his lips.

The bathroom consisted of only a few main furnitures. A mirror cracked on the below edge, but nothing more. Then a white ceramic basin below it along with the water tap and a toilet at the left edge of the bathroom. There was a rusty tap at the lower bathroom wall across the mirror place, a plastic basket filled with water full of dead insects and an equally rusted metallic water dipper.

Jimmy had asked his mother to replace all the tools inside the backyard bathroom but was not listened because it was not really used.

"Shit," He gagged when his eyes laid on two dead rats, beside them were few dead cockroaches, "Damnit, smells rotten."

Jimmy tried not to puke as he moved the rats using the back of his slippers, not looking at them. He coughed into the basin, opening the tap to wash away his spit. Not only the bathroom was old enough from not getting cleaned, there was dead animals inside of it. If he was not to die from spirit, he was going to die from disgust.

He rested his face on both his hands, breath was shaking yet again. He was still on the edge of vomiting, putting both his shaking hands on both sides of the basin.

Jimmy looked at the mirror, remembering what he should do. His phone showed five minutes before twelve.

He light up the incense using fire from the candle. His eyes were still unfocused, his stomach churned when the smell of rotten dead animals was inside his nose and he coughed again, this time was louder than before. Spit filled his mouth, he spit them out.

Jimmy hurried his ritual when it was midnight.

He said, "For thine protection now pray, let all evil turn away, protect me night, protect me day, and keep misfortune well at bay."

He looked at his reflection for sixty seconds before chanting Bloody Mary three times. Each time he chanted the name, he took and exhaled a deep breath. His eyes were still a bit blurry, causing him to feel confused. Jimmy tried not to close his eyes.

His head felt dizzy, like it was being rattled inside by someone. He pulled his eyebrows together, trying his best to focus.

The blotches of colors started to form behind him like it previously did at his friend's house, this time was noticeably faster than before. In no time, Jimmy looked at the same spirit as before. His chest constricted painfully, he choked, thumping his chest using his hand.

"Hello," He managed to say between his short breath, "It's great to see you again."

The spirit stopped his hand, he frowned, "You. It's you again."

Jimmy's eyebrows were raised in a pleasant surprise, his mouth quirked up, "You make a man feel flattered by remembering them."

The spirit crossed his arm, he noticed this time the spirit wore a short sleeved black T-shirt and a black jeans that didn't look as tight. He smiled once again, blinking a few times when he was sure the spirit wasn't going away.

He noticed that the spirit was still as gorgeous as before.

"Of course," The spirit muttered, brushing his hair back, "Didn't you call for Bloody Mary around, mankind's time, a day ago? Or was it two?"

He waved his hand, "Doesn't matter. I called you around a day or two days ago, or even three. Doesn't matter."

The blue-haired spirit looked at him, stared at him for a few seconds, the spirit's mouth was upside down, "Man, you didn't call for me. Bloody Mary was one who you called for."

This time Jimmy was one who stared blankly at the spirit, brain rattled because of a different reason. He didn't understand what the spirit meant.

"You are Bloody Mary, no?" Jimmy questioned, titling his head to the right. He frowned deeply, he was sure he did the ritual right. He knew what ritual it was.

The spirit didn't look impressed at his question, he looked back on his shoulders, stepping closer after he made sure whatever he needed assurance for.

"Do I look like a crazed rabid to you?" He asked, eyes wide almost comically, "Do I look like one?"

Jimmy's eyes widened the same way as the spirit's, he stepped back in confusion, "I don't know, your eyes looked kinda crazed."

The spirit's expression turned into akin into shocked, his jaw was open wide. The spirit moved his hands frantically as if he was in hurry for something, in urgency, or in desperation. He looked back once again.

"I'm not that crazed son of a-" The spirit cleared his throat, he coughed once and looked at him, "I'm not Bloody Mary, I'm her brother's best friend's cousin."

- END OF CHAPTER THREE PART TWO -