This is actually the first time I've ever posted this story online, so I'm sorry if it's a bit choppy.
My mom decided it was a good idea to take me to her company for winter break during 6th grade. One her coworkers also brought his daughter, who was in 8th grade, so we could hangout. At first we drew pictures (as both of us were avid artists) and hung up Christmas ornaments inside the office we were in, but it wasn't long before the girl (I'll call her Mel) and I began talking about school, crushes, etc. In the middle of a conversation about how "hard" middle school was, Mel suddenly says, get this, "I'm being haunted by a ghost".
As a person who doesn't like to hurt other people's feelings, I played along with Mel, asking her questions about her "ghost" (it was apparently a cute guy who was jealous of her boyfriend), despite the fact that on the inside I couldn't help but think "Oh god, she's a special snowflake". Her continuous claims of how "Do you see the blinds moving? That's him", as well as "Look, he's possessing my hand", did nothing to help my skepticism. However, that point of view quickly changed.
Mel and I had begun tossing around a balloon (not a helium one) inside the office. Keep in mind, there were your run-of-the-mill ornaments hanging from the desk shelves. While we were lightly hitting the balloon back and forth between each other, Mel got a call on her cellphone. She seemed really happy talking to whoever was on the other line, so I asked who it was. Right as Mel answered me, she hit the balloon in my direction, and both our eyes were on the balloon. It drifted near an ornament, with about an inch of distance between the two. Right as Mel said "Oh, it was my boyfriend", two things happened at the same time. One, the ornament shattered. And I do mean shattered. I was only a foot away, so I saw the bottom half of the ornament cracking and falling like glass. Strangely, the top half was entirely undisturbed, and was hanging from the shelf as if it didn't just lose half of its body. Two, the balloon exploded. And I don't mean "pop" like when you sit on a balloon, or when you poke it with a needle. The balloon seemed to tear into pieces from the inside, the ripped shreds of it flying in different directions all across the room. I remember one piece that flew into the wall behind me, and the force that sent it flying was so strong that I had to peel it off the wall.
Needless to say, both Mel and I looked at each other, back at the wreckage, and screamed. Our parents came running in, and they 100% did not believe us when we told them what happened. But hey, can't really blame them. It's funny because she's actually going to college now, and ever since then, we never talked to each other about what happened. I'm sure there's a scientific explanation out there about how what occurred did, and I would love to have someone explain it to me. But you have to admit, it does make a nice story.
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