When I was probably 11 or 12, my friends told me about bloody mary. I was at my church and i didn't believe them so they told me to turn off the lights in the bathroom, run in and say "bloody mary, bloody mary i killed your son" (i think thats it) so i did, but there was this blinking red light that was in the bathroom that i didn't know about so i went in there and said it and right when i did the red light blinked and i freaked out and started screaming and then ran into the door while trying to get out.
A childhood belief about ghosts
