Hi all.

This will officially be my first post in this group. I've been fascinated by all the stories I've found here and on a mirror of Obiwan's WWW site for the past few hours. :) What a way to relax on Labor Day.

Anyways, while none of my stories might compare to many of the events about which I've read, I believe some might find it interesting.

Well, *I* found it interesting, at least. :)

Ever since I've lived in this house, I've had the usual little creepy-crawly feelings and such. I've woken up at night scared of something, but nothing really happened. Then again, I was a child, and children usually wake up scared of nothing, right? Then at around age 10 or 11 or 12 or somewhere around there (I'm 17 now), I became interested in ghosts and monsters and such. At age 13 I was going out of my way to learn about occultish happenings and such. So that's when I was first told various things about my family: the cloaked monkish person that bugged my brother, the possible "curse" on my dad's side of the family, my oldest brother's multiple experiences during his time at some Naval base. Those I can get into some other time, if anyone is interested. But all of those are "I heard it from.." type stories.

The following is a personal experience.

It was shortly after the time I had a period of extremely heightened psychic experiences (for me, anyway) which included knowing what people were going to say, finishing sentences for them, guessing names, etc. That seemed to have faded away for the time being. One day I was cleaning my room. I mean REALLY cleaning my room i.e. rearranging shelves, etc. One should note that I have a mini-pin collection (ya know, those pins you wear on your shirt that have some band's logo or something), which consists of a bunch of pins stuck into some cork board, over the head of my bed. This becomes important.

Anyway, it started slowly. I would put something down, turn around, turn back, and it'd be gone. Then I'd turn around again and it would be in the vicinity of where I was looking. No big deal. I'm a forgetful person. Then the frequency starting increasing, until it got to the point that it happened with anything I put down. I KNEW something was up at that point. I'm not THAT forgetful. Then I get the all-too-familiar chills (I've had a few experiences prior, but never in my own house) and the air all of a sudden has some surreal air to it. I turn around and look at my keyboard. In the center of my keyboard (around the G, H, and J keys) is lying what appears to be, well, a pin. I thought to myself, "Alright, I *KNOW* for a *FACT* that I haven't even TOUCHED my pins today, let alone in the past MONTH or so." I move toward my keyboard until I can read the pin. Now the chills of fear streak up my spine as the thought of "Hollllllllyyyyyy...." echoes in my mind. For the very pin lying upon my keyboard is the Sierra (the game company) pin which I picked up at the Consumer Electronics Show. The phrase on that pin is "We play games with your mind." Dumbfounded, I stare at the pin as panic bubbles in my stomach. Something happened in MY room.

Do I do the natural thing.

I dash out of my room and into my (finished) basement, lock myself in the bright kitcen, and call up my friend to tell him everything.

It wasn't what exactly happened that scared me; it was which PIN was placed on my keyboard. Whatever being, or one of them if more than one, resides in my house is an INTELLIGENT one, and perhaps one with a sense of humor.

It likes hiding things from me. Now that I look back at times I lost something, only to find it somewhere bizarre, before this incident occured, I have to think that maybe it was "him" that moved it.

As a followup to that, something happened not too long ago. I was in my room, with a friend, looking for my Blockbuster video card. I thought I put it on my desk. Now, my room is small and my friend was lying on my bed playing with my sword. There's NO WAY he could have fabricated what happened without me feeling a flutter of motion. Anyway, I starting searching frantically. Then I took every single thing off my desk one at a time and placed them on the floor. I did it one at a time simply because I had a "hunch." My desk was virtually empty now except for a few pencils and folded up pieces of paper in the corner. In frustration, I sigh and exclaim, "Damnit, I KNOW I put it here." My friend asks, "What?" and I respond, "My Blockbuster card." He says, quite matter-of-factly, "You mean THIS card?" I turn my head and see that he's pointing to the card with my sword. The card was lying on the newly-emptied portion of my desk. I stand up and say, "Alright.. Joe, you KNOW that wasn't there before... I KNOW that it was the ghost. You know it too, you're a witness!" My friend usually takes these things calmly (he's done some Ouija stuff before), and just smiled. Upon further questioning, I was sure he didn't do it, because he simply couldn't have.

I'm thining of bringing a Ouija in here one day, but with my luck, I'll probably end up summoning some minon of Lucifer.

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 ** Tom Deluca (Nex)

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