a few months ago i went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. at that point i was a bit freaked. but when i closed the door i had had enough. but my bro thought it would be just "hillarios" if he LOCKED the door. and he said "ïll only let you out if you call her....you know...." then he whispered bloody mary. i knew he was scared too. so i whiped up the courage and started to say bloody mary. the third time i said it. i nearly died when i saw a collasal face in the mirror then i felt something in my arm it felt like needles. thats when my bro came in.*thank god the light was on in the hall* i looked at the mirror she was gone. i passed out. ever since alot of people around me have been dieing or been geting extreamly sick. but ill never forget the face on my brother when he came in and saw me on the floor. since then i never go in the bathroom with the lights off.
A childhood belief about ghosts
