The Bloody Mary Experience

This is my very first post. Feeling kind of weird about this. I'm planning to keep this as local lore and urban legends. Personal experiences with them is always the best. =D So, let me start with my first experience with Bloody Mary. It is one of my first memories as little child and set the tone for my life long interest in horror and scary tales

     As a little child, I went everywhere my older sister went. At about the time I was 4 or 5 years old we had lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere with a couple of neighbors about a half mile away in each direction. The one to the south of us were friends, but the one north of us was another farm and I didn't know them. My sister and I always rode our bikes up and down the road, never any farther than either place. One day, as I was hopping on my bike to follow my sister yet again, she stops me and tells me that Bloody Mary lives in that house up the road.
What? Who's she?
 "She is a girl that is covered in blood and will scratch your face off if she catches you."
W-what?!
 "You better not go near that house or she will get you!"
MOOOMMYYYY!  
     I never did follow her on my bike again in that direction. I would even lay on the floor of the car trying to hide from Bloody Mary as we'd pass that house when we went into town. Eventually, I'd work up the nerve to peek out the window to see if I could catch a glimpse of her.

     A few years later, we were living in town. One night when my parents were out, the babysitter brought up Bloody Mary.
Hmmm? We used to live down the road from her.
 "Really? Do you know the story about her?"
Y-yeah and she'll scratch your face off if you get caught by her.
 "Heehee. Wanna hear the whole story?" 
N-no.
 "I'll tell you anyways, but I'll tell you in the bathroom."
Everybody shuffled into the bathroom and the babysitter shuts the door. I didn't go in at first because I didn't want to hear the story. Then I got more scared about being left alone and made them let me in.  BIG mistake.
 "Well, It's about a girl named Mary that  was a very beautiful. One night, as she was looking into her mirror, she begged to stay beautiful forever. Just then a demon appeared in it, reached through the glass and grabbed her, pulling her in. The glass ended up leaving deep scratches on her face as she was pulled in. Now, if you say Bloody Mary three times in a row while looking into a mirror with the lights off, she will appear and try to scratch yours off in jealousy."
We tried it. I only got the name out once and I started crying. After they said it three time, the babysitter started yelling, "I see her!" Then screaming, "My face! My face! It hurts!"
     I have no idea how we got out of that bathroom, but that was the most terrifying moment in my short life. The babysitter was fine and she had to keep telling me she was just kidding around to calm me down. I have no idea how my sister reacted to that either. I still can not do the Bloody Mary chant to this day and I am in my 30's. I can't even look at a mirror in the dark yet. But, I do so enjoy scaring the crap out of my older sister. It's much more fun spending my life getting revenge.

Well, that is how I learned about Bloody Mary and became traumatized for life. Ha ha. I don't think I'm going to get any sleep tonight.