Blood Night: The Legend Of Mary Hatchet Page

They didn't look back. They scrambled up the stairs, lungs burning, as the rhythmic thump-drag followed them with terrifying persistence. They burst through the gates and into the moonlight, collapsing into Leo's car and flooring it until the asylum was nothing but a silhouette.

Leo froze, but Sarah screamed, the sound triggering Mary. With a speed that defied her age, the legend lunged. The hatchet swung, burying itself into the wooden door frame just inches from Leo’s ear. Blood Night: The Legend of Mary Hatchet

Mary Hatchet didn't need to be a ghost to be a nightmare. She just needed to be remembered. They didn't look back

Leo laughed, the sound hollow against the stone walls. "It’s just a story to keep kids from trespassing, Sar. Watch." but Sarah screamed