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Hey guys!! Your weekly reminder that ghosts is reaaaal! Check out this listener's story about.....balloons...........coming alive........and then killing them...

"For one of my teenage birthday parties, I had a few friends over for a slumber party.  As kids do, we made a ouija board and started playing with it for funsies, not taking it too seriously. After a few minutes nothing was really happening and the non-believers in the group were over it so I suggested we ask for a sign that someone is there. I said,  "hey ghosties, if you're here, give us a sign." At that moment, one of my birthday balloons slowly sank down and joined our circle on the floor as if the balloon were a human head. We all freaked the f*ck out and moved away from the balloon as it began following us around the room at eye level.

I had played with ouija boards many times at that point and nothing this unexplainable had ever happened. I was starting to get really scared so I popped the balloon hoping it would all stop. As soon as I did that, another balloon came down and joined us just as the first one had. I repeated this process a few times, so probably 6 different balloons came "alive" and then I killed them. I was worried what might happen when I popped the final balloon, so rather than do that, I just opened my second-story bedroom window, placed it outside, and closed the blinds hoping the wind would take care of it. We continued on with the evening, mostly talking about how crazy that sh*t was and how it seemed to be over.

Nope! The next night I was alone and opened my blinds/window to go smoke a cigarette on the roof (as teenagers do). And wouldn't you know, the balloon was STILL there centered in the window staring me right in the god damn face. I had a full blown panic attack and decided to pop the last balloon. Nothing happened, so I thought, "whew, I'm in the clear now."

Nope again! A couple weeks later I was sleeping in the top bunk of my bed when a balloon HIT ME IN THE FACE, hard. Now this balloon was different from the rest - it was one of those metallic birthday balloons, which one of my friends had tied to the present I received. On my birthday night, this balloon never "came alive" and had been hanging out in my closet, where I left it afterwards. Somehow that balloon managed to find it's way out of my closet and hit the ceiling fan at just the right angle for it to come flying straight at me. Obviously I immediately ripped it apart.

Thankfully, no further balloons have haunted me in my life, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a slight fear of them."