When I was in grade school, somewhere between 2nd and 4th grade, my class discovered the story of Bloody Mary. For those who don't know, it's a story about a girl who stould in front of a mirror at midnight on Halloween and said "Bloody Mary" over and over again until a bloody face appeared and smashed the mirror and choked the girl. As the story goes, if you stand in front of any mirror in any bathroom with all the llights off and the door closed, bloody mary's face will appear and she may try to escape from the mirror. So, I, fearless girl that I was, attempted this in the girl's bathroom at my Catholic School. Nobody would stay to witness this, but I did it anyway. I was a bit disappointed when nothing happened, so I told everyone that, of course Bloody Mary showed up, and I told her that she better leave us alone or else. Everyone believed me, and I continued to tell my classmates about my converstations with "Bloody Mary."
A childhood belief about ghosts
