One day at school, I was in the bathroom talking to my friends. My friend was still in the bathroom. I said that I was leaving and she stopped me saying, "Wait, don't leave they're here..." I asked what she was talking about. She said that she has seen ghosts of little boys in the bathroom crying. She also said that if you look hard, that you can see them in the mirrors. I stayed with her and before we left I decided to look into one of the mirrors. Only seconds after I looked, I saw one of the little boys staring with a mad and mocking look on his face.
One more time that same day, I went to the bathroom to fix my hair and I heard soft music playing. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Of course, I was the only one in the bathroom at the time. I looked over to the right of me and saw another boy smirk and he started to chuckle. He came running after me. I squealed and somehow I was frozen. But seconds before he could touch me he disappeared out of nowhere.
I once more dared go in to the restroom. Scared out of my mind, I shakingly struggled to go in there. I was in there for the longest time trying to figure out why they were doing this to me. Nothing happened. But as soon as I was about to walk out the door, I saw that same boy crying. He was kneeling on the floor, hovering over, what looks to be like his dead brother. This made me very sad. I took a few steps over to the boy and said, "How can I help?" The boy vanished. I'm sure I'll see him again soon.
What causes these ghosts to do this? And if they are real and not something I came up with in my mind, how did the little boys get in the Girl's restroom and how did they end up dying in there? And why did they choose me? Ah... The beautiful wonders in life