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Bloody Mary, by Jack “So, the lesson is, that you should never flush three strips of toilet paper, otherwise the toilet water will turn blue, and BLOODY MARY will come and kill you,” said Margaret after her story. Others were not amused, but I took that story as serious. I never wanted to go to the bathroom again. Suddenly, my kidney reacted, from that soda I drank before we started telling stories.

“Awwwww. Now I need to go to the bathroom.” I said. I felt like that my life would end, in a bathroom. A BATHROOM.

“Watch before you pee, Jack,” said Michael, Margaret’s older brother. I ran up the stairs, about to risk my life. As I walked away, I heard them talking about other ghost stories. In the bathroom, the lights were switched off. Then I was scared.

“Shoot. What am I gonna do?” I sometimes talked to myself when I was scared. I turned on the lights slowly, and walked in on my tiptoes, scared I might awaken Bloody Mary. I unzipped my pants slowly, ready to release my urine into the toilet. I was doing my business, relaxed, until I heard a loud shout. I missed the toilet and waited. I was scared so much that I didn’t have to go pee any longer so I flushed the toilet and washed my hands..

I turned off the lights and ran out of there as fast as I could, almost tripping down the slippery staircase. The others were laughing, and looking at me as I came back.

“So, how was the bathroom?” asked Margaret, holding back her laughs, but it was obvious that she was laughing.

“Yeah. Should we try to get her out of the toilet?” Sam asked. His excitement was showing with an extreme smile on his face.

“No. She’s not real. Don’t believe it guys,” I said. Honestly, I was afraid that she was real and I didn’t want to see her.

They put three strips of toilet paper into the toilet, and the water turned blue. “Well, now we know she’s not real. Lets continue playing Mario Kart,” I said pretty fast, showing how scared I was of the toilet lady.

“Wait. The toilet………….. It’s swirling again!” exclaimed Sam. Oliver and Sam were laughing awkwardly, while I bit my fingernails. Then I started to run away, but hid behind the wall and peeked.

They were surrounding the toilet, and suddenly, a hand grabbed Oliver’s head, and was pulling him in, drowning him. Sam and I ran for our lives.