In primary school, Some boys that I was working with were talking about the bathrooms on the second floor being haunted.

Me being the curious person I am decided to ask what they were talking about and they decided to freak me out.

They were successful.

I was (and still kind of am) terrified of mirrors.

It was the tale of 'Scary Mary' but you americans might know the tale as 'Bloody Mary'.

I was also terrified to use the toilets at school so whenever I went to the bathroom I asked if one of my friends could join me but if nobody could join me then I would avoid as much possible contact with mirrors as possible.

Legit, I would finish using the toilet then I would run like my life was on the line (I thought it was) and went over to the sinks, Above every sink there was one of those really cheap ugly mirrors, So that didn't help.

I would wash my hands (double wash my hands because OCD is a bitch, I got bullied for my OCD, I would double touch everything and everything had to be even (in numbers, duh)(I still do, except its slightly more controllable.... Not)) then dry my hands with a bunch if paper towels then I would YEET my way over to the door and while YEETING I would pass a bucket and I'd throw the wet paper towels in the bin cause I'm a good girl.

At night I would also be terrified of mirrors so I asked my mum if she could take away my pink one direction mirror off of the wall.... She did and I have no idea what happened to it XD.

Them boys added more to the story as well it was terrifying..... I had shivers on my upper back for a week after the story.

I was terrified, So if one or all of them boys are reading this then I just need to tell you something....

I. hate. you. assholes.

I don't hate many people for longer than a couple years but I've been silently pissed at them boys for 5 or 6 or even 7 years now.....