One Monday afternoon as I was sitting in Math class, I had to use the bathroom. So I asked the teacher and she said "Okay". As I walked to the bathroom I heard someone creeping up behind me, but no one was there. I ignored the sound and kept walking to the bathroom. As I finished, I washed my hand, I looked up at the mirror and a girl was standing right behind me. I turned and no one was there. The girl said "Frank" I started freaking out, "your mom is dead". I didn't believe her and sprinted out of the room and went back to math.
Though the whole time I told my self not to believe the ghost but part of me told me to. As I finished class and got on the bus home I panicked even more. I went home and as I arrived the door was open... Scared to death now I walked inside the house. All I could see was my mom (on the floor). I called 911 and they came but it was too late... She was dead.
Until this day I can't believe what that ghost did. But I won't even go in the stall anymore. About a month later I moved into my grandparents house and the ghost revisited me... But I try to move on... Past the day my mom died.
So if you ever see a figure in the mirror, don't talk to it like I did. My lesson has been learned and you should follow my footsteps.