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In a small village called Piti, in the East-central portion of the island, there was an old, abandoned house, that sat off in the boonies, kinda by itself, where an elderly woman & her son had lived. I had only seen the woman once, while she was living, & was sternly warned to stay away from her property. The story was that she had been "attacked" by several Servicemen, & had become pregnant as a result. Because of this, she was made an outcast from the community. Then, worst still, due to complications with the pregnancy, her son was born "severely, mentally impared". So, needless to say, she had a healthy dislike for people in general, hated kids (except her own son, whom she adored) & absolutely dispised Military Men, especially those in the US Armed Forces.

Now, I've always been able to feel when there was a presence around me, whether seen or not. This is the only "gift" I can say that I have along the lines of psychic awarness. This one particular day, a couple years after she had died (& .within months of her son's death from a stroke, I believe), a friend of mine & I were playing near the house, which was heavily grown up with weeds by then. My friend dared me to go with him into the house to do a little bit of exploring. I had agreed before I really realized what we were about to do, & the next thing I knew, I was standing in the front room. Although I was alone (my partner was off running around somewhere in the house), I felt as if I had walked into a room full people, who were all staring at me, & they did NOT want me there. The longer I stood there, the worse the feeling got, to the point where a mild panic had set in. Just as I called my friend to tell him I was Out-ie, the small vase, that was sitting on an end-table by the door, slid across the table, & went crashing to the floor (a distance of about 8 feet total). Then, something "unseen", & rather heavy-handed, pushed me backwards, square in the chest, literally slaming me into the wall behind me, next to the front door. ..... When I stopped running & realized where I was, I had just turned into the USO Beach parking lot about alittle over a mile from where I was! I didn't see my friend until later that evening. Mind you, this incident happened in the middle of the day! He told me he had gotten to the front room just in time to see the flying vase & my assisted header into the wall behind me. He also decided that the house was not a good place to be at that paticular moment & went "hell's bells" in the opposite direction.

We then vowed not to speak of the incident again (which is why I don't mention his name), &, up to the day the house was torn down, about 4 yrs later, I don't remember even riding pass it a the car. They did say that if you looked at the window to the front room, around dawn & dusk, you could see the woman sitting there with her trademark scowl on her face.

An interesting footnote to this story: a few months before it was demolished, because of some the stories that were being told of the house being haunted, a psychic/median from Off-island, was invited to do a reading on it. They never told her it's history or any details regarding it pryor to her seeing it. When they pulled up to the house, everyone got out of the car...... except the psychic. When asked what was wrong, she said that people "living" there did not want her there, were very serious about it, to the point of melevolence, that they strongly wished to be left alone & that she was going to respect their wises. When asked who she was speaking of, she said the older woman & her son looking at her from the window.

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