They called her Mary.
The young woman lived alone on the top of a high rise in New York City over looking city and the beautiful park that thousands strolled through every day. Canvas was her best friend and if you looked up between noon and midnight you could see her brush dance upon it. Folks living in condos and penthouses nearby called her Mary, which was adopted by many, due to her morbid artistic masterpieces she painted of woman and children only, no men. Others referred to her as the witch or the vampire because they rarely saw much of her before noon each day. Very few ever had much contact with her and those who did could never find the words to have a conversation. Some said this was the witch in her grabbing their tongues so they would not ask her any questions that would expose her true being. It wasn’t till late summer of 1967 with the disappearance of three men in the neighborhood; the doorman of her building, a carriage driver in the park and a shop keeper in the building nearby. Suspicion was cast on her after all three wives had told police that their husbands had all spoke of meeting her and talking over the past month. Jealousy and anger had outweighed their grief as they plotted their own plan to deal with the young woman. Several days passed with the missing persons; the woman knew the police had other cases that were more important so they enacted their own plan. They were convinced that Mary had drugged- bound and gagged their husbands, hiding them in a secret room in the old penthouse apartment, and was going to use them for witchery. They concocted a detailed plan which entailed of breaking into her apartment finding their husbands bound up in a secret room. At midnight they met out front of the large apartment building, the door man’s wife had the code to enter, allowing the others in. Certain that Mary was probably out already or a sleep in a coffin or something, they rambled about what they were going to do once they got up to her apartment as they waited for the elevator. The elevator doors opened too speechless woman, as a small young woman fitting the description their husbands had shared earlier with them stepped out greeting the three women with a smile and a nod. The young woman continued towards the door of the building stopping momentarily to adjust your garments in the large gold leaf framed antique mirror that lay against the wall of the foyer. The woman looked at each other using only facial expressions to alert each other of their intention. They thought she must know why they were there so they had to deal with her immediately or she would come back and kill or capture them too. The shop keepers wife asked Mary to stop, explaining there was something stuck to the back of the light shawl she had over her shoulders. As Mary returned to the mirror for assistance the doorman’s wife grabbed the telephone off the desk, swinging it like an Olympian at Mary’s head. The sheer force on contact threw Mary into the mirror, falling to her knees as she cried out in shock and pain. As the carriage drivers wife moved in on the startled young woman and began to hog tie Marys’ hands and legs together she explained that they knew what she had done with their husbands. The other woman screamed for her to move as the 10 foot mirror fell forward, burying poor Mary who had been tied up. Broken glass littered the foyer, blood started to stream out from under the mirror while terror and guilt filled the 3 woman still standing. Agreeing that the load noise of the mirror falling would have woke the tenants on the floor above; they agreed that they did not want to be jailed for manslaughter while trying to save their husbands. Abandoning their plan they hurried down a hallway and out a side door of the building. The next day they anxiously watched the news, waiting to hear about the horrific accident at the apartment building, but nothing was reported. Surely this was a news worthy story but not satisfied in waiting they agreed to return to the scene of the crime. Once at the apartment they were in disbelief, the mirror was unbroken and leaning against the wall, the telephone was on the desk and there was no blood on the floor.The doorman on duty was surprised to see the three women in the lobby, explaining that they had just missed their husbands who had stopped in on their way home. The three women raced home to find their husbands enjoying a beer in the living room, laughing about their misadventures over the long weekend . All three wives had forgotten that their husbands annual gentlemen’s billiards tournament in Atlantic City date had changed this year and had not paid enough attention to earlier discussions. Now they had committed murder of a seemingly innocent young woman. Later that night while washing up for bed the shop keepers wife looked into the mirror assuring herself that Mary was really a witch and what they done, she had coming to her. She also asked how she could have disappeared and everything in the lobby look untouched. As she rinsed her face off she thought she caught a glance of Mary behind her through the mirror, looking harder and without warning a dark hand reached out from the mirror, grabbing her hair and slamming her head into the mirror nose and mouth first. Blood ran down her chin, an arm extended out from the mirror holding a small shawl, positioning it to catch the blood as in fell, moments passed when the figure in the mirror showed it’s true identity, the woman cried out “No Mary, No Mary,please Mary she cried. Mary only tilted her head showing no expression as she delivered her final blow.
The next day the shop keeper explained to his friends and their wives how he heard her scream something about Mary before killing herself with a piece of glass. The woman grabbed each other in grief, disguising their fear of the truth they hid. Later that night the carriage driver walked into the bathroom where his wife sat crying; trying to console her he explained that it was probably just an accident and not suicide like the police explained. He gave her a kiss as he got up explaining that he was leaving for work. She grabbed his hand apologizing for not paying enough attention to him and hoped he had a good time away that past weekend. She sat for few more minutes before stepping towards the sink to clean herself up when the bathroom door slammed shut; stunned at first she looked in the mirror crying for Mary not to harm her. As she turned and reached for the door she was quickly pulled back by the cord of her blow dryer, that wrapped her hands tightly together. Crying out again for Mary to show her mercy she began to see the image of the young woman cleared in the mirror, as a hand reached out from the mirror wrapping the remainder of the cord around her neck, she chocked for Mary to stop. The cord was so tight that it cut into her neck and Mary placed a vessel under it to collect her blood. The carriage driver arrived home after his shift to find his wife had hanged herself from the chandelier over the sink.
After the police had left the doorman and his wife along with the shop keeper were permitted to console their friend. The carriage driver explained that she was upset when he left but seemed alright, explaining that when cleaning the blood up from the mirror and cord; it appears that some of the blood was on the other side of the mirror strangely. The men didn’t know what to make of all this as the doorman’s wife sat crying hysterical. After composing herself she explained what had happened when the men were away. The men told her it was all her head and there was no way that Mary was murdered in the lobby of the apartment. The doorman told his wife that the mirror was the exact same one that had been there for 50 years and Mary and called for a pickup of her paintings just that morning. The shop keeper explained that it was delivered to him that afternoon and it was a sensational crimson and black piece that would sell quickly. The carriage driver too admitted that he saw her painting that evening on the terrace of the building, so she couldn’t have been in two places at once let alone be dead. The shop keeper asked if they had been drinking some liquid courage while working on their rescue plan. She admitted they had a few drinks. More than likely you thought it through too much and didn’t follow through, after all someone would have heard something the men reasoned out, though disturbed that their wives has possibly killed a poor young woman for them.
The next day the doorman didn’t want to leave his wife alone after the loss of her friends and her state of mind. He had her join him in the lobby so he didn’t have to worry about her at home all afternoon. After a few hours of talking and staring at each other the doorman asked if she was as hungry, explaining that he was and asked if she would run two doors down to the deli to pick up a sandwiches for them. She didn’t move, she sat on the longue chair furthest from the mirror motionless. Explaining that he needed something to eat he asked her to move while he ran down the road for food. Locking the door behind him, he gestured for her to stay put. Moments later the phone rang; turning slightly and looked at it sitting up on the desk, it rang and rang and rang and rang, but she didn’t move. When it stopped she sighed in relief, then it started to ring again, this time she thought it was probably her husband making sure that he wouldn’t have to leave again when she was hungry later. Slowly raising to her feet she walks towards the desk, picking up the receiver she stutters to answer, it is her husband, she assured him that she was fine. Pausing as she stares at the mirror, she cries out that she can see her coming towards her in the mirror, the phone goes dead. Screaming for her to leave figure in the mirror becomes clearer then disappears; when the doorman’s wife turns around she is slammed in the head by the phone falling backwards into the mirror. Screaming out for Mary to stop explaining how sorry she was Mary only stares at her as she hits her again with the phone, again she screams for Mary to stop. The bloody young woman walked up to her and pushes her back into mirror, as she tries to stand, this time the mirror doesn’t fall, as both Mary and the doorman’s wife fade into the blackness of the mirror. The doorman runs up the steps to the entrance door, scoping out the lobby for his wife as he unlocks the door but she is not there. Thinking that she was scared and hiding he looks behind and under everything but finding nothing. As he placed the receiver of the phone back in place and repositioned the phone he noticed a small shard of silvery glass under it. He looked around and thought to himself about what she had told him about the broken mirror, still unsure of where she went he walked towards the mirror to examine it closer, his wife screamed silently on the other side unseen by her husband, as Mary dragged her away. The doorman’s wife was never found or heard from ever again. A young woman still paints from the penthouse of the apartments but only in crimson hues. If you pass judgment on another and try to be the judge and jury yourself, don’t look into a mirror to long and justify it away because Mary Bloody Mary is always in need of more blood and only takes it from the guilty.