When I was in grade one, we had this fashion show or a runway show. I participated in joining the formal fashion show. My mom had decided to buy me an indigo-ish or dark-blue-ish gown that would glitter from a mile.
It was late morning and we were having a last practice for the whole event and as my friend and I were admiring our gowns in front of this old mirror, I sensed a weird feeling on the back of my neck. I ignored it as my "ate" or older female friend told us to get ready with our runway partners. My friend and I helped each other with fixing each others hair and telling each other we were more than gorgeous. So as we were preparing for the general practice, my friend noticed a third pair of feet behind us, as we looked at ourselves in the mirror. I told her maybe it's just another friend of our hiding but when we looked back, there was nobody there, nobody else in the dressing room, but us. Apparently it was not just the two of us, there was someone else. We looked back at the mirror and we both had terrifying goosebumps, and as we looked a little bit above of our reflection, we see a black lady behind us.
We both shrieked and ran our of the room ignoring anybody else who passed us, and we ended up getting scolded by our teacher. But we frantically explained what had happened and they told us that the room really was haunted! We will never forget that day, and we will never attempt to go inside that room. I won't dare.
Sadly, my old school has already been demolished, well at least a part of it has been demolished. It is now a condominium, but I bet its stories and hauntings still roam the grounds, waiting for the perfect chance and victim to prey on. But that is a part of history right? It needs to be repeated.
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