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I wanted to pass on something that happened to my sister. I have a few stories of my own, but they'll be for other posts. These are made up names because it isn't my story.
As a teenager, about 1980 or so, my sister Dee was into a high-tech sort of decorating look for her room. She liked smooth white surfaces for furniture, chrome fixtures, very modern looking things. For Christmas one year, our parents gave her a wall mirror for her room. It was a short cylinder, about 4 inches tall and about 16 inches across. The outside frame was shiny chrome. The unusual thing about this item was that there was glass covering one end of the cylinder and you looked past it into the cylinder to see yourself in the mirror on the other end. The thing could be plugged in and lights between the glass and mirror would illuminate, and you would then have the impression that you were looking at your face from a great distance - as if you were seeing yourself reflected from the bottom of a well. This thing gave me the creeps from the moment she received it and I would never look into it, but she loved it and hung it up in her room.
My sister was a normal high school girl. She had good friends, occasionally skipped school (to our mother's watchful amusement) and one year had trouble in math class. My parents found another student, a boy named Pete, to tutor her in math, and her grade began to improve. At any rate, Dee came home from school one day, went into her room and turned on the TV. Our parents both worked so she was the only person in the house. She was lying on her bed watching a soap opera when she found herself in a sort of trance. She could not open her eyes but knew she was not sleeping because the conversation on the TV continued to make sense. She heard her friend Kris say several times Don't say anything to Tommy. Don't mention it to Tommy. Tommy was Kris's brother, and Dee was supposed to go to Kris's house later for dinner that day. Then she felt a presence flow out of her mirror (the weird one that I always hated). She could not open her eyes, but felt whatever it was gently stroke her arm for a minute or so. At that moment the phone rang. It was her friend Kris who was calling to tell her the bad news that Pete, the student math tutor, had died unexpectedly (I don't remember from what). Pete was her brother Tommy's best friend and he was terribly upset about it. Kris wanted to warn Dee not to bring up the death while at her house that evening. Dee realized that the presence she had felt touching her arm was Pete.
My sister and this particular friend had a very interesting telepathic relationship during high school. On another occasion she heard Kris saying It's not fair. He was so young. Kris later called her to tell her that a popular athlete at their school had had a heart attack and died. It seemed to only go one way, though. Dee could receive from Kris but not send, and this only took place with Kris. They now are grown and married and living in different cities and the telepathy does not seem to happen anymore.