It was back in 1st grade. It still haunts me
It was horrible. I was young at that age. I didn't believe it.
I'm shaking as I write.
Anyway...I was with my friend Jess. He was nice. I liked him. We were both in the bathroom.
He good me to wait for him. "Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" I said to him as he glanced at me
We walked in. He glanced behind me as if...he was looking for someone.
"Hey. There's the stall in here that people say...is HAUNTED!" he said it in a expression as if he believe in it.
"That's fake! I don't believe it!" I yelled at him. He walked to the stall everyone said was "haunted"
I still didn't believe him. He went in. " Ok wait for me." he said in a uncomfortable tone.
"Ok I guess..." I leaned against the wall in a corner. It was pretty gross in here. Now I know why a ghost would haunt here. It was gross! I chuckled slowly. "Hey! Why'd you laugh? It scared the pants off of me."
Oh. "Sorry..." I said as I knelt down to pick up my pencil. I heard A bloodcurling scream can hurling out of the stall Jess was in.
"Hey Jess, you know I totally don't believe you." I said as I walked toward the stall.
I saw some blood
