This is a true story that happened to me four years ago now,during my second year in high school.

I've never been the most social person.Growing up I was home-schooled and because of that,by the time I reached my first year of high school,I had zero social skills.After my pretty uneventful first year,I was moved to a new school where I expected to be friendless again.

But on my first day,My mum was running late to pick me up,and I was bored out of my mind.Luckily,there were two other guys there with me and we soon got to talking.For now I'll call these dudes Jon and Milo.

Jon had just moved from Canada,So he would be staying after school everyday until his parents had finished settling in,and Milo was the Principal's nephew,and lived at the school with the Principal and his family.The three of us became really good friends,and soon the teachers were calling us the Three Musketeers.

I've always had an interest in the supernatural,and I have way too many stories of weird things I've seen and heard.One day,while we were just chilling in our empty classroom,we started talking about paranormal experiences we'd had.One story in particular caught all our interests.Jon told us about how,at his old school,a kid from his class had tried playing the Charlie Charlie ritual game. Right after he finished,his eyes rolled back in his head and he started convulsing.In the end his teachers had to call an ambulance,and a few days later his parents pulled him out of school.

Since all of us had nothing better to do,we all decided to try a ritual game and see what would happen.After some debating,we all agreed the best to try would be Bloody Mary,since it was the most popular and all of us were familiar with it.

Besides us the school was nearly empty now,and there were only a few teachers getting ready to lock up in the meeting room.Since we wouldn't be bothered by anyone,we decided to use the main boy's bathroom,which had one of the biggest mirrors I'd ever seen in my life,it stretched from the ceiling to the floor.

Since all of us were too scared to go alone,we decided to try summoning her together,So that if anything happened one of us could go get help,and so that there was a better chance of seeing something.

Right outside the bathrooms there was a hole in the ceiling.It was a maintenance duct that led to the ceiling crawlspace,one of the only places,other than a supply basement,that students weren't allowed to go to.Not even Milo was allowed there.The cover had fallen off and never been replaced,So it was a running joke that one day something would jump out and attack some pooor unsuspecting kid.That day,none of us found the idea funny,and we all made it a point to rush past it and into the bathroom.

As soon as we got inside,the lights went out.Powercuts weren't uncommon in the area,but we all thought it was a bit ominous. After we were ready,we all stood side by side with each other and said it.

"Bloody Mary.Bloody Mary.Blooody Mary."

Three times into the mirror,all at once.

I don't know what we were expecting,but there was no screaming demon,no dark red blood splatters,not even the shyest spectre showed itself. All of us let out a collective sigh of relief,and we started laughing  about it almost at once.

We all walked pretty leisurely out of the bathroom,and stood just outside the door,laughing at how dumb we had been,having scared ourselves like that.It was probably out of habit,but after a few seconds of standing around,feeling like idiots,we all looked up at the hole in the ceiling.

Before we had all been certain that we were the only people other than a few teachers,but when we looked up,we saw a dark male figure,darker than the surrounding shadows,his face obscured by the unearthly gloom,with his hands behind his back,standing on the edge of the gaping hole,bending over and looking down at us.

We didn't even have time to scream.All of us rushed out of the school faster than we had ever tried getting to class.Outside,the sky was grey and a few fat rain drops had begun falling.My mum had just driven into the schoolyard to come pick me up,and Jon's dad had just got thre too,but we had left our bags and stuff inside.

Fortunately,Milo was kind enough to climb in through the classroom window for us to pass us our things,all while the door to the class was closed and locked from the inside,naturally.

Jon and I felt bad for leaving Milo alone,but he followed our example and went home to the cottage behind the school,where he stayed.

A few days passed after that and by then we had all talked about it and decided that we must have just imagined it all.Still,we all made it a habit to stick around each other and never be alone inside the school building.We even started waiting outside the bathroom for each other.

Eventually we started trying out other ritual games,but only a few of them seemed to 'work',and then still none of them had the same effect as Bloody Mary.

One night though,Milo said he was sitting in our classroom,reading.His uncle and cousins had gone out but he stayed behind to do homework.It was late now and he was reading while the classroom door was open.Suddenly,he said he heard both the front entrance,and the back door,which was meant for staff only,open at the same time,and then slam shut right after.He told us that as soon as the doors shut,there was a blackout,and he heard something starting to run down the passageway to the classroom where he was sitting.He got up and closed the door,locking it from the inside.When we saw him the next day,he looked horrified,and told us how he had slept in the classroom. 

A few months passed,we weren't playing any more ritual games,now we were mostly just browsing the darkweb on Milo's phone.A new girl had just arrived,and we heard from a friend of ours,Bug,that this new girl,who I'll here call Maya,was psychic.

She was an upperclassmen,So we never got much of a chance to talk to her,but one day,while she was getting ready to go home,we found her ant told her our story. 

She said that since she had got there,she'd had a bad feeling about the place,especially around the bathrooms.She explained that she could see the ghosts of humans who had recently died and hadn't yet passed on,but she hadn't seen anything in the school.Instead she said that she just had bad vibes all the time,and she felt like something non-human was in the school.

Soon we weren't the only ones either.A lot of people started complaining about the weird happenings in the boy's bathroom.One day we came to school to find that somebody had smeared human waste all over the walls and even on the ceiling in there. Soon after Milo told us that his uncle had been seeing the lights coming on in the school every night,when he personally locked it after everyone went home.

Eventually our phones all started glitching and going to some pretty weird websites,where we saw some things that I can't mention here,due to their content and sensitive nature,but you probably have an idea of what we saw.

In the end, called a priest was called to the school,after he came and blessed the place, most of the activity died down.Not too long after,my parents moved me out after I got into a fight with a bully and left him bleeding,though I had an asthma attack because of it.That was four years ago now,and I haven't talked to either one if them since,because we all just fell out of touch.But sometimes when I'm alone,I really wonder,what exactly we saw that day,and whether there are things that we really can't explain.