At a sleep over, my friend Becca told me the tale of bloody mary. I had to belive her; she was older than me! She stood outside the door and I said, "Bloody Mary, I hath killed your child" I herd a deep womans voice say, "Hath killed my child?! YOUR LIFE I SHALL TAKE! YOUR LIMBS I WILL BREAK!!!!" I ran out the door screaming. When I ran into Becca, she said, "Dude, it was just mom. There's no bloody mary" From now on, my bathroom door is wide open and ALL lights are on when I use the bathroom.
A childhood belief about ghosts
