When I was a kid, I was so scared of the "Bloody Mary" story, not only would I not go to the bathroom at night, I wouldn't even say the name Bloody Mary, just incase she was listening. To be safe, I thought of her simply as BM.
One day, my grandmother took me to the mall, and told me to wait on a bench because she had to go to the bathroom and make a BM (Bowel-Movement). I started to cry and begged her not to do it.
My grandma still thinks I'm nuts.
A childhood belief about ghosts
