Guess what?
A few days ago, I put a red feather in my hair. It's not coming out for months guys. MONTHS. 6 months!
So after I got one, my little sister wanted one too.
She put one in her hair. It was black and white.
The next day, she was brushing her hair.
She had a soccer game.
After a few minutes, I heard her screaming.
I ran to the bathroom, naturally assuming that Bloody Mary got my little sister. I armed myself with my towel, hoping I could use it as a kind of whip/distraction. My plan was, throw towel at Bloody Mary, grab sister, slam door shut, RUN, then possibly film and send to a horror movie producer.
I walk into the bathroom, ready to initiate the throwing, and I see this scene.
A few days ago, I put a red feather in my hair. It's not coming out for months guys. MONTHS. 6 months!
So after I got one, my little sister wanted one too.
She put one in her hair. It was black and white.
The next day, she was brushing her hair.
She had a soccer game.
After a few minutes, I heard her screaming.
I ran to the bathroom, naturally assuming that Bloody Mary got my little sister. I armed myself with my towel, hoping I could use it as a kind of whip/distraction. My plan was, throw towel at Bloody Mary, grab sister, slam door shut, RUN, then possibly film and send to a horror movie producer.
I walk into the bathroom, ready to initiate the throwing, and I see this scene.
She is holding a clump of feather and hair, and screaming.
This ensues:
Me: WHAT DID YOU DOOOO!!
Her: It came out.
Me: Oh. Did it hurt?
Her: Yes.
Me: You have to go to your game.
Her:Okay.
She left.
I think the brush might be following me.
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