"Dear" bloody Mary!
Hi, how are you? I haven't heard from you since the last scary movie I saw. I have to mention that ever since I've come to know your legend, I can hardly fall asleep without the lights on. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror, doing nothing, looking forward to you, calling your name, but you never show up… How would you like to keep our "friendship" like that?! Anyway, I'm writing this letter to tell you about an extremely frightening experience I had, which also allowed me get over all my fears.
One stormy night my friends and I threw a slumber party. It was Friday the 13th and the rain almost couldn't stop. We decided to get up onto the top of my building and have a séance. Firstly, we set together holding hands, and made a promise that no matter what happens, this can never come out of our lips, which means that it's our dirty little secret from now on. Then we decided whose name we were going to call. A part of us wanted to call Elvis Presley but the majority wanted to call the inventor of "Loacker" chocolate, so we called him. Ten minutes passed and no one answered or gave a little sign. Twenty minutes… and we were still waiting with closed eyes. And then right before we gave up, we all felt for a fraction of a second the taste of the waffle in our mouths. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before.
I'm telling it to you because I know you're the only person(?!) who can actually understand. I hope you enjoyed my letter. Please write back or I'd have to buy another mirror for my room and disturb you every night…don't forget the only living friend you have!
See you soon Hila
PS: Send my love to Alfons Loacker.


