Crystal stood before the mirror, unconsciously chewing on her bottom lip and shifting her weight anxiously from one foot to the other. She was supposed to be standing with her hands at her sides, but without her conscious will, they had drifted together, coming to rest nervously over her bare crotch. The other girls, the more sympathetic ones anyway, told her that she'd get used to being naked before the night was through. "It's just us girls right?" "Make it to morning and you'll be just fine!" But she wasn't "just fine." She was naked, she was scared and she wanted to go home. There was little chance of that however. She had come this far, and now, she had reached the final part of her initiation.
As Crystal fidgeted nervously in front of the mirror, the other girls began to fill up the room, all of them scantily clad, but definitely more modestly covered than Crystal herself. The cute Asian girl tried not to pay too much attention to the reflection that stared back at her from Liz's full length bedroom mirror, but she simply couldn't help it. The other girls had all commented on how surprisingly large her breasts were. There was a subtle undertone of racism inherent in that observation, Crystal knew, but she was hardly in a position to say anything about it herself. She just wanted to make it through the night and be accepted into the group. Looking at her reflection though, she had to admit, she had a really nice pair of knockers, and they looked especially good right now, all pushed together by her arms. It almost looked like she was deliberately posing, she noticed with a blush.
Soon enough, the other girls had all arrived. Liz approached Crystal from the side and gave her hand a light disciplinary swat, sending her arms back to her sides. Pepper was going around the room lighting candles in strategic places while Jackie stood awaiting orders by the light switch. The other girls, Veronica, Ayita, Carmen and Rebecca, all took positions around the room, forming a kind of disjointed circle around Crystal and the fateful mirror before her. When all of the candles were lit, Pepper nodded in Jackie's direction, and soon, the room was plunged into darkness, save for the small, dim candles, and the eerie orange light they produced.
Taking one of the candles in her hand, Pepper stepped to the front of the group, placing herself between Crystal and the mirror. Lifting the candle up to her face and leaning forward towards the other girls accomplished two things. Firstly, it cast her face in a creepy orange glow, tiny shadows obfuscating odd parts of her features, making her appear strange, ominous and not at all like the chipper, kinda nerdy thing that Crystal had just begun to get to know. Secondly, it caused the back of her shirt to lift up just a bit, exposing the bottom part of her pale freckled bum cheeks. Pepper was aware of her exposure, but knew that her body would block the view of her reflection from the other girls. She had not the slightest inkling that, somewhere in time, someone was watching her impiousness and gnashing her teeth.
"Hearken to my words, ye faithful and ye fearful." Pepper began, fighting back a mischievous grin. "For tonight, we tamper with forces both ancient and terrible. Nearly 400 years ago, on this very spot, there stood a town. Though not a single brick or stone remains today, it was here, as sure as night follows day. In this town long gone, an innocent girl was put to death, Jenny Mcfaddon, accused of witchcraft by her so called friends, who were guilty as sin themselves. Stripped naked and dragged through the streets, Bare Jenny, as she came to be known was tortured and humiliated for days and days, until her stubborn refusal to admit to her crimes earned her a place on the stake.
As she burned, her wicked friends emerged from the crowd and taunted her as she slowly turned to ash. Some say the girls really were witches, and that their final taunts were malevolent spells woven to torment Jenny even beyond death. Others say that Jenny swore vengeance in her final moments, rejecting salvation and taking as her own the ways of the Devil. They say many things, but what they ALL say is this: Jenny did not die with her body. She did not die with her friends, and she did not die with her town. Long after everything Jenny had ever known was torn down or turned to dust, her spirit remains, bound to the earth by some dark powers with one purpose and one purpose only: to take her unholy revenge on living girls."
At this point, Pepper could no longer contain her smile, but when it finally arose, it did nothing more than chill Crystal further. She had heard the story before, or at least a version of it. She hadn't really paid it any mind. Crystal wasn't the sort of person who liked being scared. She closed her eyes during scary scenes in movies and did her best not to upset those around her, be they living or dead. The rational part of her brain was telling her that there was nothing to be afraid of, that the story wasn't true, and even if it was, there's no such thing as ghosts or curses. Everything else, from the irrational part of her brain down to her bare, trembling toes, bought it all hook line and sinker.
With her wicked grin now in full bloom, Pepper continued "They say that Jenny can be summoned to the earthly plane by reciting the taunts of her wicked friends in front of a mirror, in a dark room. If you call her, she will come, and reign unspeakable humiliations upon you for disturbing her slumber. We know this to be true. Two years ago, our friend Alison stood in the very spot where Crystal stands now, and we all recited the chant. Before that night, Alison was a normal girl with normal ideas about sex and nudity. After that night however, she changed. She became the Alison you know. Slowly, over time, her skirts got shorter, her underwear became a forgotten extravagance... and she started to have her... accidents..."
Crystal's eyes went a little wide at this. That would certainly explain a lot. Of all the girls at school, Alison always dressed the most provocatively. She wore the shortest skirts, and some of the girls and guys even whispered that she never wore panties underneath. The very idea both shocked and intrigued Crystal, but she never had the courage to check and see for herself. And then there were the "accidents." Alison seemed to make a habit of exposing herself over and over again. "Accidentally" allowing her skit to blow up, mooning all of the cars outside of school, her boobs "accidentally" falling out of her tube top, flashing the football team, "accidentally" wandering into the wrong locker room after gym, "accidentally" streaking during the big game, and any number of naked escapades were all attributed to Alison, but Crystal never really believed the stories she heard. She'd have been expelled long ago if they were true, she was sure of that. More importantly, she couldn't believe anyone would do any of those things voluntarily. Strange as it may sound, spiritual intervention made more sense to Crystal than any of that, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself consciously. She just kept repeating to herself in her head "It's only a story, it's only a story..."
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