When I was 10 or 12 I was introduced to the Bloody Mary urban legend (stand in front of a mirror in the dark, speak the name Bloody Mary a lot, maybe spin around three times, creepy things happen). So at a big sleepover party we all faced our fears and crammed into the bathroom. On the third spin, when the ritual reached a climax, my slipper hit the springy door-stopper and made that sound that springs make going back and forth. But I didn't feel it so none of us knew what happened, which resulted in a stampede of screaming preteen girls spewing from the bathroom in all directions. Let's just say it took me years to look into a mirror in the dark again.
A childhood belief about ghosts
