"...and then the girl killed the boy who entered the girl's bathroom. The next day, the boy's mom called the police and told them that her son didn't come home that night from school. They searched through the school building and found his body covered in blood in the girl's bathroom. Blood on the mirrors spelled out, "GO USE YOUR OWN BATHROOM". Rumor has it that the girl hated when boys would come in the girls' bathroom and start harassing and teasing them. The girl is still wandering around the girls' bathroom, waiting for another troublemaking boy to enter." Pamela said.
"Wow Pam, do you really expect me to believe that? I'm not THAT stupid. You know what? Tomorrow I'll go inside the girls' bathroom and see what happens." I chuckled.
"NOOOO! Ryan, don't go in there! I don't want to lose you!" Pamela pleaded.
"Sheesh Pam, don't worry! It's just a stupid legend. It's not like it's true." I assured her.
"But--"
"I'm tired, I'm going to bed now. Good night!" I yawned
Pamela sighed. "Good night, Ryan."
*Next day at school*
I was talking to my cousin Zach when I suddenly heard Mr. LeRoy call my name.
"Ryan, can you summarize what I just taught you in the past 5 minutes?" he asked me.
"Well...erm...it was abo-"
I got cut off by the last period bell ringing. I packed up my stuff and rushed out the door.
At study hall, I caught up with Pamela and told her, "Stay with me after class. I'll go to the bathroom then. If I don't come out by 10 minutes, come help me and then I'll believe you."
"Okay, if you want to..." she responded in a small voice.
School finally ended, and me and Pamela walked to the girl's bathroom.
"Ryan, I want you to be very careful and don't do anything dangerous. Once you see the ghost, immediately come outside. She'll make you suffer for going in there." warned Pamela.
"Yeah, sure." I said hastily.
I slowly entered the girl's bathroom. I didn't see anyone inside, or anything suspicious. "Oh Pamela, you're such a liar." I mumbled to myself.
Suddenly the door snapped shut. I tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
"Pam, don't try so hard to make me believe that story. I know it isn't true. Just open the door already. I'm hungry." I said loudly.
The door didn't unlock yet. I was getting really ticked off at Pamela, was she this desperate to make me believe in one dumb Halloween story?
"Pamela, I'm serious. Open the door, I'm starving!" I snapped, really frustrated now.
I called her on my cellphone, since she was too stubborn to listen. After hearing the dial tone for a few seconds, she finally picked up.
"Ryan! Are you okay? What happened?" she asked in a worried tone.
"Don't act all innocent, Pam. Open the door, I need food!" I yelled into the phone.
"What? I didn't lock the door, why in the world would I do that?" she said, sounding confused.
"Wait. So you didn't lock the door? Then who did?" I panicked.
"OH MY GOSH! THE GHOST LOCKED YOU IN! HOLD ON RYAN, I'LL GET HELP! HANG IN THERE!" she shrieked.
Was the ghost real? I still wasn't sure whether to believe Pam or not.
Out of nowhere, the window shades closed. I got even more frightened at this point. The bathroom was dead quiet before, and now I could hear the floor creaking, as if someone was walking around here. The creaking floor got louder, and I screamed, "WHAT'S GOING ON?"
I heard someone whisper, "Get out......now..."
"What? Who's there? Please help!" I stammered.
"Get out...or you will suffer..." said the voice again.
"I WANT TO GET OUT BUT THE FREAKING DOOR IS LOCKED! LET ME OUT, PLEASE!" I pleaded.
All of a sudden, a person appeared. Not really a person, more of a faded mirage of a person. She was holding a chainsaw with small drops of blood on the edges.
"Oh no, it's that ghost Pamela was talking about! Holy crap!" I thought.
"Die, intruder!" the ghost cackled.
She flew towards me, with the chainsaw pointed directly towards me. I said, "Sorry Pamela, I should've believed you."
The chainsaw went through my chest, and I passed out. The last words I heard were, "GO USE YOUR OWN BATHROOM."
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Sorry if it sucks. I've been told (by many people) that I suck at writing, but I got really bored. :]
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