Halloween Haunts: Bloody Mary by James Chambers
As far as I know, no student ever saw inside the room with the yellow, rippled glass window. The only one on the second floor of St. James School not part of a classroom row, the window glared down like an angry eye at the parking lot where we played every day during recess. I never found the room it belonged to before I left there for another school, because where it fell between classrooms, no door or other feature existed to explain it. That alone inspired plenty of speculation amongst my third grade class, but the faded red stains…




























