I'm not sure this necessarily counts as a 'ghost story', but I truly feel that it was a supernatural event and I would really like feedback on the matter. When I was in middle school, sixth or seventh grade I think, I was excused from class to use the restroom. Because I found the bathrooms on the lower floors to be locked, I ventured to the third floor bathroom, a bathroom I don't recall using before, or after, really. Now, my school was not particularly old. It had originally been the south campus of the high school I currently attend and was only built in the early 1980's, but the area of town is one of the oldest in my city and many buildings located nearby having been built in the 1800's when the avenue was essentially "Main Street."
So, by now I've used the bathroom and am washing my hands, and in the bathroom we had those plastic black paper towel dispensers. I held down the 'two pumps of the lever only' button so I could get as many paper towels as I needed and began pumping the lever to retrieve my rough chemistry class paper towels when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I glanced up at the reflective black surface of the paper towel dispenser and saw a girl standing behind me. She was pale and had long curly black hair that spanned what looked like down to her elbows. She wore a dark colored period style dress with light colored lace (It could have been any combination of dark and light from black and white to dark blue and light yellow, I couldn't tell because the reflection was monotone). She just stared at me with dark, hollow eye sockets. I couldn't see her eyes, but I had the distinct impression that there was something wrong with them, as though she were blind or just didn't have eyes all together.
I felt paralyzed, completely frozen with my hand still on the grey plastic paper towel dispensing pump as I stared back at the girl, my body shaking and my eyes almost tearing up. Finally I gained enough will power to tightly close my eyes and run out of the bathroom with only half dried hands. I sprinted down the hall and down the stairs back to my classroom, my heart pounding in my chest. I told my friends, but they didn't believe me, and even to this day, when I visit my old school that one of my younger sisters now attends, I refuse to use that bathroom. Even when I still went there, unless there were lots of people in the bathroom with me I wouldn't use it. I don't know exactly what happened, if I was just experiencing the oncoming stages of a mental illness or what, but it scared the living hell out of me.
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