My best friend and I were baby-sitting together and everyone had gone to sleep except the eldest child who was eleven. We were all bored so the kid we were baby-sitting says we should try the Bloody Mary. I knew it was fake so I gave it a try while my friend chickened out. Her excuse was that she did it in Orlando once and she heard voices when she did it. But the thing is, she lived ten minutes from Disney World, so it was probably guests sticking around for fireworks.
So I go in the bathroom, scan it thuroughly, and say I'm ready. The counters were bare except for a bar of handsoap. The toilet lid was down and there was a towel on the wall. So I spun once, twice, three times. "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."
At first nothing happened. Then I all of a sudden felt cold and alone. The light from the hall that came from under the door was gone, and I felt as if I was thrust into a silent oblivion. Then came the blood curdling, maniacal laughter. It was the most horrible feeling I had ever had in the thirteen years of my life.
As ny stomach settled, and I started felling the bathroom rug beneath my bare feet, I punched the light switch, unlocked the door and looked at my surroundings. The wallpaper was slashed, the toilet was clogged with the towel, and for some (unknown) reason, the soap was in my pants. Then thats when I realized there was a blood stained butcher knife being soaked in the sink.
I nevr baby-sat for them again. Not only because I was almost killed, but because they under paid me, too!
How it changed my life:
I've never been scared enough to pee my pants ever again. Yet.
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