The legend of Blue Baby Blue concerns a story about a strange game that kids play. It causes an evil ghostly infant to appear in your arms. This urban legend is related to the myth of Bloody Mary.
To play “Blue Baby Blue”, you have to go into the bathroom on your own, turn off the lights and lock the door. Then you stare into the mirror, hold out your arms like you are rocking a baby and repeat the words “Baby Blue, Blue Baby” 13 times without making a mistake.
If you do it right, you will suddenly feel the weight of an invisible baby in your arms. The baby will get heavier and heavier as it grows larger and larger. You will feel it scratching your arms.
Before it gets too heavy, you have to quickly take the invisible baby, flush it down the toilet and run out of the bathroom. If you don’t do it fast enough, a hideous woman will appear in the mirror. She will yell “Give me back my baby!” and scream loud enough to break glass. If you are still holding the baby, she will kill you.
Some people believe the woman is Bloody Mary and she murdered her own child when she shattered a mirror and used a piece of broken glass to stab him to death.
According to the urban legend, a group of girls found out about the blue baby story and decided to try it out. They didn’t believe it would work, so they sent their friend Laura into the bathroom on her own. She turned the lights off and closed the door behind her. Laura put out her arms and started chanting the phrase “Blue Baby, Baby Blue”.
All of a sudden, a baby appeared in her arms and began scratching her. Laura was scared out of her wits and had no idea what to do. She wanted to drop it and run, but she was afraid of what might happen. She just stood there holding the invisible baby as it grew heavier and heavier. Suddenly, she caught sight of something horrible in the bathroom mirror and screamed in terror.
When Laura’s friends heard her screaming, they tried to
open the bathroom door, but it was locked. Finally, they managed
to run to a friends’s house to get help. When they broke
open the door, they found Laura lying dead on the bathroom floor.
Her eyes had been scratched out. They couldn’t move her
body because something large and invisible was pinning her to the
ground.
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Sometimes, when the night is vast and Amelie is restless, she will wait outside of Father's door. And she will hear him crying before he dresses for the day - although, in the eyes of Amelie, the day has not yet even begun. Amelie worries that this is the average life of an adult - fearful and upsetting, with short days and cold, long nights.
One day, Amelie decides to try and live the life of an adult. She rises at six, as the sun begins to paint the horizon in streaks of pale silver, and she pulls on her boots.
She does not come back for hours, and Father is livid when she returns - hours past sunset - and for some time she is worried he may strike her like Sister Abigail. Instead, he falls to his knees and grasps her face - so hard it would hurt if not for the look upon his face, which is cracking like plaster and becoming rather wet. He pulls her to his chest, runs a hand down her back, and whispers soft words into her hair. Amelie is confused, because she had just tried to be an adult - had succeeded rather well, she thinks - and yet Father is still sad? She does not know how to make him not-sad. But still, Father kisses her face all over, looks at her for some time - he seems tired - and then he smiles, small and crooked. Amelie startles, because...
Well, because Father is smiling. And Amelie has forgotten this face...
Such a lovely gift, this is, because suddenly Father has pulled Amelie onto his shoulders, and then they are amongst fields of virgin snow and poignant lavender. The sky breaks open and blesses them with frozen rain, and Father smiles again. He falls into the snow, makes angels with Amelie and catches snowflakes on his tongue. What a day! They build snowmen, and Father lends his scarf to a small snowman with a large carrot for a nose. They retire as the day brightens, from black to blue, and Sandman sprinkles stardust into their eyes. She is gone, to Dreamland - with snow and lavenders, and, best of all, Father smiling. When Amelie wakes, Father is still asleep, and he does not look quite so sad.
It all started when I started dating another guy. Him and my boyfriend were friends I guess. Anyways after the other guy broke up with me it only took my boyfriend two days to ask me to homecoming then about a week to ask me to be his. Over a year later Im still his.
I used to have them, well i still have faded marks. But now i've added more marks, to the faded marks.
After a few good months, I knew it was too good to be true.
I remember tunnel vision and the faint, demented shriek of sirens. I remember bright, blinding colours - neon red and blue, like 3D glasses. I remember the taste of copper, of how I'd hide pennies in the pockets of my cheeks as a child.
I remember when I realised the copper was blood, and how my tongue was too swollen to produce coherent words. I remember dying - enveloped in the hazy, dripping comfort of my mind - whilst the people around me interrupted with chaos.
