From Brazilnutmc@aol.com

One year ago, on Valentines day, a couple of friends and I attended a dance at our church. We were given a heart-shaped helium balloon. After the dance, my friends came to my house for the night. We got more than we bargained for.

As soon as we got home we all went to my room, which is in the basement, and dropped off all of our stuff, including the balloon. We then sat on my bed and started talking. All of a sudden the ballon started bouncing up and down and showed the reflection of FOUR people rather than the THREE people who were in the room. Needless to say, we were all a bit unnerved - so we decided to go upstairs.

One of my friends, the last one out of the room, got a bit freaked out when she saw the balloon start bouncing up and down even faster than it had before. She ran upstairs as fast as she could.

When we got upstairs we were all in for another suprise. The balloon had somehow beaten us up the stairs. It was exactly above the spot it had occupied a moment before in the basement room directly below. We popped the balloon and destroyed it.

The next night, when all of my friends were gone, I was lying in bed, when this cold wind swept up from under me and lifted me off my bed. Now, I have always been a religous person so I commanded whatever it was to leave. It has not bothered me since.