Right now I am a teenager, back then I was a child of only the Third Grade. I had just started a new school, going from Second to Third. My friends and me were playing around one day, when I tripped and I fell over this huge pile of rocks near a bench. We saw flowers there, so we thought they were coming out. I remember, I hung out with five kids back then, Areli, Lejon, Jaime, Amber, and Cheyenne. We were always curious, so we dug to get the flowers out, what we found underneath it, scared us.
We saw a memory stone, but we were little kids, and thought it was a tombstone, but I noticed something about it, something odd. It read, Trisha something 1985-1995. But what I saw odd was that, I saw a teddy bear. Sure you would think, “a teddy bear? What’s wrong with that?” but.. this teddy bear, had an angry look, an evil look that made chills go down my spine. It almost looked like it was staring at me. My friends and I began to investigate this. We found out that it was a memorial stone, from a girl that died. No one told us how she died, everyone kept it from us.
My friends and me were smart little kids, we soon figured out that she was murdered in the girl’s restroom, which made sense to me and the four girls. Since we always felt “weird” when we went to the bathroom. My friend Jaime even claimed to have made friends with Trisha, Third Grade went by and we had nothing. In Fourth, we didn’t really care anymore. But in the Fifth it came back to us.
Me and this girl named Vivianna wanted to go to the restroom, but the Fifth Grade bathroom had a plumbing problem, so that meant we had to go to the Third Grade one. I felt safe since I wasn’t going alone. So we did. What happened on that day I’ll never forget, we were washing our hands, and then BAM. The doors shut closed. A lot of people think we imagined this, because the toilets flushed and flooded. But the water wasn’t clear. Oh no, it was red. We were frozen, then we felt a cold feeling, like a winter’s night. Which made us even more scared, since it was summer, and we live in a desert.
A girl then appeared in front of us, she wore a dirty dress with blue flowers, and had her hair in two pigtails, no braids, if I remember correctly. Vivianna, ran but I couldn’t. I was frozen, She came closer to me, and then tilted her head. Her eyes had sadness in them as well as hate and anger. She had blood coming down her right cheek, and on that side there was a hole. That’s when I got the courage to run.
When I got back to my classroom Vivianna was in a corner hiding. And I was pale, like if I was sick, because I am very tan, my teacher came to me and asked me what happened. I couldn’t talk, the bloody image was still there. He said he’d send a teacher to go see, but when she came back she said she heard or saw nothing. A few days, later and I had not recovered, neither did that girl, Vivianna. A teacher told us that a girl got shot in the girl’s restroom in a lock down, and that she was beaten by her parents. There was a guy on campus, and he had a gun, he went in the girl’s restroom and they shut him in with her, he shot like crazy and killed her. I never knew what happened of that school it still stands, but I wonder if the legend or story continues.
Take note that this was years ago. I do not remember all the details. This was when I was a child.
Written by Andii, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com
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What is the name of the school, that would be very easy to find out what happened, especially if there was a shooting at the school. Do you live in CA or AZ ?
This is very easy to believe, but did the girl look angry at you? Or did she have that anger on her face that was mixed with sadness? If so, maybe you should let her talk, if she wants. she could just be looking for someone to talk to, to tell someone who murdered her. also, why the hell didn’t they close that damned school forever after a girl got SHOT AND KILLED IN THE BATHROOM???!!!?
Wow…..That’s pretty sad. That makes me distrust schools even more, lol. But on a serious note, I would’ve asked her some things, then, if she didn’t want to hurt me, I’d have (tried to) hug her or something to let her know things were ok, since she was away from being beaten, or shot.
It’s always easy to say “I would have this and I woud have that” when youre just reading from the internet. It’s another story entirely when faced with the ghost itself…
HOW SAD and very scary! They need to do an exorcism in that bathroom…