At some point in our lives, we all have heard an urban legend.

Personally, I love them.

From the idea that Walt Disney has been cryogenically frozen, to the slew of something something men

who are preparing to exact revenge

on whoever crosses their path. The first time I recall hearing about an urban legend was when I was

a little girl in elementary school, and it was about Bloody Mary, a spirit who if you chanted her name

three times within a dark room while looking in a mirror,

she would appear.

She would either look like a sweet, innocent girl looking back at you in the mirror,

or a horrifying apparition covered in blood who was going to reach through the glass

and tear your eyes out of their sockets.

One day, long ago, a classmate of mine came running back to her seat from the bathroom

during recess.

She was hysterically crying, but she managed to blurt out that she had seen Bloody Mary

in the mirror.

Her older sister, who was also at school with us, had taunted her when they ran into each other

in the bathroom, telling her that she couldn't come out until she said Bloody Mary three

times while looking in the mirror.

Her sister then held the door shut from the outside.

So figuring she was trapped in there, my classmate turned to the mirror and did as she was

instructed.

Allegedly, Bloody Mary's angry spirit was not pleased with this summons, and had broken a window by the sink right where my classmate had been standing.

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