My son has just come back from school. He looks a little off-colour. He has his snack and runs down to play with his friends.
When he gets home, he still looks a little worried. I sit him down for a mom-son talk.
“Is everything ok?” I ask.
“I am scared”, he replies.
“Scared of what?” I ask.
“Today, in school, all the boys talked about an evil ghost called ‘Bloody Mary’. They have warned me that if I visit the bathroom after dark and look into the mirror, I will see her face and her scratch marks. Can I stay with you? I am terrified”, he replies.
I guffaw loudly and rubbish him saying, “Your friends are trying to fool you because this is April. ‘Bloody Mary’ is actually a cocktail, containing vodka and tomato juice. Don’t believe all these stories.”
I continue to smile as I remember such stories that went around when we were kids, but my son still looks worried and afraid.
I try to calm him down and bring the iPad to show him what a Bloody Mary looks like.
So I sit next to him and type Bloody Mary on Google images.
I do a double take as I see horrible looking pictures of a ghost, blood dripping, hollow eyes…there are only a few pictures of the cocktail.
My son screams in fear, “See, I told you.”
I quickly close Google. I am working on damage control now. Sigh!