If you have read my other stories you will know that I grew up in a very old house in Australia. Most of my experiences were in that old wood house and this one is the next in order of time from what I can best remember.
I believe it was a late afternoon when I was about 14 or 15 years old, and I was sitting on the floor playing my Playstation in the living room. The only people who were home at the time was myself and my brother's girlfriend who was reading a magazine on the couch behind me. I had the Playstation's sound running through a separate stereo system for better sound quality rather than straight from the television speakers.
As I was playing my game, at one point I paused and noticed that for a few minutes I had been playing with no sound. I hated playing with no sound and so I stood up and turned the volume dial on the stereo from 0 to 10 and thought nothing of it. After a few minutes I noticed it again and this time I jumped to conclusions and accused my brother's girlfriend of using the remote control to turn it down in the hopes that it would annoy me. She denied it and we both had a brief search for the remote control.
We couldn't find it and just turned the volume back up to 10 and resumed my game. I played my game for around another 10 minutes with no interruptions, in this time my brother's girlfriend had left and it was just me in the room. Suddenly I notice the sound of my game getting weaker and weaker. I then noticed that the digital numbers on the stereo were dropping from 10 to 0. I turned it up to 10 and kept my eyes on the numbers and again they eerily dropped 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0. I was convinced that she had the remote and was still playing a prank; however, I had one last look and my stomach sunk as I found the remote resting underneath a page inside a magazine on the other side of the room.
I was very puzzled and starting to get a little spooked. I placed the remote on the coffee table and again turned the stereo to 10. It stayed at 10 for around 15 minutes. I continued with my game and to my disbelief the numbers started to decline... 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0. I was quite disturbed by now and left to tell my brother's girlfriend what had happened and to apologize for accusing her.
We had that stereo for another few years and it never did it again. Ten years later and the image of those numbers ticking down still makes me feel uneasy to this day. I strongly believe that something paranormal was interfering with the stereo that day.
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