I used to believe…
oy... here's one belief that really had me creeped... I used to be in the YMCA after school camp at my old grade school. Every day, there were these high school kids that acted as councilers for the "camp" that brought with them those "Scary Stories to Read in the Dark" books to read to the kids. their favorite to tell was the "Bloody Mary" story, followed by stories of "Friends" or "cousins" that had done the summoning ritual of going into a dark room with a mirror and saying Bloody Mary 3 times, often followed by how thier friends narrowly escaped being killed by her by carving her name into her back three times. I've always been the gullible type, so I believed them, and was scared of the dark as it was. Then, one day, I had to use the bathroom. the head counciler sent the two guys with me to make sure I didn't cause any trouble (camp policy). Once we got there, they shoved me in the bathroom, turned off the lights, pulled the door shut, and started chanting "Bloody Mary". I was scared out of my wits, and finally forced the door open and ran as fast as I could down the hall back to the cafeteria where we stayed. I was deathly afraid to be in any dark room with a mirror for YEARS after that.
