When I was in first grade my friends and i really wanted to be friends with the second graders. We believed anything they told us. One day they told us the story of Bloody Mary, the bloody ghost that lived in the mirror. If you stood all alone in the dark in front of a mirror and said "Bloody Mary" three times she'd come out of the mirror and take you with her. The second graders told us that one of their friends had been taken and the only way she would come back is if we (the first graders) rubbed mud on this one particular tree every day at recess. We figured this probably wasn't true, but did it anyways every day for a month just because the second graders would talk to us while we worked. oh gullible us!
A childhood belief about ghosts
