My Traumatic Experience

It was May 30, 1997. I was in school and in social studies my least favorite subject. I asked my teacher, Mr. Rae, if I could go to the bathroom. He said sure and I went to the bathroom. I saw my friend Stacey, but she was not going to the bathroom. I asked Stacey what she was doing. She told me she was doing b****y Mary, which was very popular in my school. I just ignored her and went to the bathroom. It was silenced for 1 minute after she did BM, and then I heard her scream"Christina Help me.' I froze there wanting to cry, but I was very quiet. I went out of the bathroom and Stacey was gone. When I got home, I told my parents about school. They did not belie me. The next day at school, I did, BM. I got 2 candles and turned the lights off. I said her name 3 times and I saw a b****y hand print on the mirror, but then I saw Stacey crying in the mirror and then disappeared. Then I saw a person walking in the mirror coming towards me. She said her name was b****y Mary and then screamed. I tried to talk but then she shushed me. I was so scared and started to cry. She said next time I went to the bathroom she would be waiting for me. I started crying and never wanted to go to the bathroom. I went to class and had to go to detention and that was annoying because I wanted to tell all my friends about what happened. When I got out of detention, it was social studies. We had a test, and it sucked because I missed the lesson yesterday. So I probably failed and that I had to use the bathroom again. One I did not want to go, but I also knew Mr. Rae would not let me go, so screw that. I still was so scared I went home and went to bed as early as possible because of how scared I was. To Be Continued - To Be Continued.