Playing With the Young Christians Head

playing with the young christian’s head when i was in 6th grade, i can remember the rumors from a neighboring school spun about a young girl around my age who had gone into the bathroom & rambled on “bloody mary” repeatedly in front of the mirror--- apparently, as the story went, she ended up in the hospital because she had been traumatized by something that “attacked” her in the bathroom & the scared little christians who populated the middle of nowhere elementary school thought that demons, or a witch, or something downright awful had shone its face to the girl, and so, as little kids do (unfortunately, no different than “adults”), the morbid curiosity & a combination of boredom throughout the day forced some of them to go into the bathroom at my school & repeat the same idiotic behavior in order to “summon” whatever it was that had been rumored to show up when you should’ve been pissing or taking a ****. my own threshold for annoyance had about been pushed to its limit & so i myself went into the bathroom, turned the light off (so my moronic classmates could see the crack under the door become dark) & proceeded to dig my fingertips (never had much fingernail growth as i bite them like a fiend) into my neck enough as to leave a few red streaks--- and i put my favorite shocked face on, flicking on the light again & walking out into the classroom. with wide eyes like those of parishioners of an evangelical psycho, they stared up at me, a nonbeliever, in a combination of brand new horror, mixed with a self-righteous “i told you so, now don’t you believe? ain’t ya gonna come over to our side of the tracks now?” look painted all over their faces. after i sat down, depicting as much fake shock & horror that i could muster, i started to laugh with a mixture of disgust stemming from looking in their brainwashed eyes & utter relief, that i myself could not be made to believe as they.