Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go. She brought her lamb to one day; the kids let out jeers. The children took her lamb away and Mary choked on tears.
Mary had little lamb, its fleece was red as blood. She took its little body home and swore she hurt them good. Mary knew that lamb's blood called things ancient, hidden, and deep. As Mary painted signs of old, never did she weep.
Mary had a little lamb; it turned her something scary. Now I dare you, look into a mirror and whisper 'Bloody Mary'.
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Scary Stories and Other Things
HorrorJust scary/weird stuff I found on the internet
