I've had countless encounters with the unknown in my 16 years of life. This was my first one. I vaguely remember this encounter but fortunately my mother agreed to fill me in on the details, for she claims it "scared the bujeezas" out of her. So, here it is:
I was 8 years old. A very average little girl in my opinion. One morning, I woke up to get ready for school. It was a usual morning. I took a shower, got dressed and ate breakfast. I went into the bathroom to fix my ponytail- as I did everyday. (I have a very large mirror above my bathroom sink) I stood in front of the mirror, pulling my hair back into a ponytail. As I was about to tie it with the hair bows, I saw her. She seemed to appear instantly, right beside me. She was a small girl, looked to be around my age at the time. She was extremely pail with patchy black hair that seemed to be only tufts on her head. She had a straight face- completely emotionless.
I did nothing. Of course I was terrified, yet I just stared in shock. A single drop of blood came from her eye and rolled down her pail cheek. It hit the floor. I blinked and she was gone. I remember standing there, not moving, for what seemed to be hours. After a while, I looked down and the blood drop was on the white bathroom floor tile. I crouched down to look: it was just blood. It seemed like normal blood. I began crying and ran to my mother. She says that I said "Mommy! (Still crying) There was a girl in the bathroom! She cried blood and it's still on the floor. Come look!" we went to the bathroom and the drop of blood was gone.
My mother believed it was all in my head. But, I know it wasn't. I had several more encounters with the girl in the same bathroom. Watching me fix my hair. Sometimes she would try to mimic what I was doing. She would try to pull her short patches of hair into pigtails. She would always disappear quickly (like the first encounter). I always referred to her as the "Glass Girl" I tried to talk to her, but she didn't say anything- ever.
I haven't seen her in over 7 years. To this day I wonder: Who was the Glass Girl?
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