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From: "Timid" (newbie@singnet.com)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Hiya everyone
Date: 25 Mar 1999 15:23:06 GMT
Hi to all those reading this.
I'm a newbie who has just discovered newsgroups. I've tried IRC, ICQ and all that, but somehow newsgroups seem more interesting. There's a focus I like. I'm 19, from Singapore, and a terribly terrified of ghosts. Maybe it's due to the experiences I had previously. I'm hoping to find souls (excuse the bad pun) here who share deeply my interest in discussions about the supernatural.
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What happened to me at home one nite
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First let me describe the layout of my home. I have my piano positioned such that it faces a corridor that leads to the rest of the rooms in the apartment (it's too small...no other place I could put it). I used to like playing the piano at night cos that's when I get my 'touch'.
I can still remember vividly what happened.
There was this night I was practising, as usual. My mum was doing the dishes in the kitchen (I could hear her), my dad was watching TV in the living room (could hear him too). I was young then, around 10 years old. There wasn't anyone in the rooms, so the corridor was pretty dark. Just then I saw this boy leaning on my piano grinning at me. I thought it was my brother (he's around me age..1 year older) and he had this habit of disturbing me. So I just carried on as per normal. Just then, I decided to stop playing and go for a drink of water. To my horror, I saw my brother in the balconey of the apartment. That was when I realised the 'thing' leaning on my piano wasn't my brother at all!
Of course I totally freaked out. I went to my mum and related the incident to her. She went to a neighbout and got some pomegranate leaves and put it in a small cup of water and told me to wash my face with the water. This is the custom with our culture. That was supposed to clean away the evil hanging around me.
Even as I am typing this, I am shiver from the memory. Cos i'm still living in the same apartment, the piano is still sitting at the same location ( I never played the piano at night or when I'm alone in the house after that).......plenty of other things have happened, but I'll save it for another message.
Folks do you want to hear more?