Growing up, the paranormal was part of normal life for me. My mother and her mother and her grandmother and back, and back, have always been incredibly in-tuned with the spiritual realm through dreams, through tarot cards, and just in everyday life. Luckily enough for me - scaredy cat that I am - this trait skipped me and my younger sister, Nikole, inherited it. Therefore I have many stories to tell on this forum, but maybe only one or two will have happened directly to me.
This first story involves my Nikole. Always she has been sympathetic to the spirit realm but as she's gotten older she's learned how to hone it and use it more acutely. She is currently seventeen and she got her first crystal pendulum and what is essentially a giant, fancy stone Ouija board when she was about thirteen or fourteen. The pendulum is a stone or crystal that hangs at the end of a small chain and acts as the indicator for the board by swinging around and pointing to letters and 'yes' or 'no', it just has a stronger pull to spirits and Nikole finds it safer to use than a store-bought board.
Moving on, she received her first pendulum from my mother in a little black velvet, draw-string bag. It was a long, triangular and perfectly clear crystal. With it she and my cousins and both my friends and hers would sit in our mostly unfinished basement, burn the correct candles and converse with spirits. Mostly these sessions are harmless, the most eventful thing that happens is that sometimes the cupboards in the kitchen two stories above will open and shut and the dishes will vibrate. However, one time only Nikole and the most believing cousin we have, Carly, sat in the basement with Nikole's first crystal pendulum trying to see if they could pick anything up on a boring night in the summer a few years ago.
That night there happened to be a spirit near them who revealed himself to my sister as a faceless man. Not headless, just with a blackened face. They did not get to ask him much because shortly after he appeared the crystal swung out, the chain went taunt and stayed that way directly parallel to the floor. It was being pulled out straight with so much force that the crystal broke off the chain and flew across the room. The candles went out and Nikole and Carly ran from the basement more afraid than I can ever remember them being.
In the morning they went back to the basement to clean up from their session and to find the crystal and chain (which my sister had thrown in her state of panic and flight). Our basement is also storage for everything we don't use on a daily basis and is very messy with shoes and old toys and everything else you can imagine just lying around. Nikole and Carly first went down and put the candles and board away in the drawer of an old dresser my sister kept them in, and then started to search for the crystal and chain. They tore the place apart! Checked in every corner and under everything but could find neither chain nor crystal. They gave up and both objects remained lost for a long time.
A year and a bit went by and Nikole received two other pendulums and essentially forgot about her first one.
Last year around November my mom came home from work in the middle of the school day and found a little draw-string bag sitting in our front hallway. She picked it up and put it on the kitchen table and when Nikole came home she told her not to leave her pendulums lying around like that because someone could step on them and hurt themselves or break it or the dog might get a hold of it. Nikole was confused so my mom pointed to the bag on the kitchen table. This only made her more confused because her other pendulums are kept in a blue and a red bag, but this bag was black. Curious, she opened it and pulled out the very first pendulum she'd owned that had been broken and lost, except it was in perfect condition aside from a crack in the crystal that in purely internal and cannot be felt from the outside. We still have no idea who or what put it in the hallway.
Nikole refused to use it again and put it away in her room. I've moved out for university, so when my sister told me the story I thought it was the perfect subject for the tattoo that I wanted to get for her. I didn't have the money to get the tattoo at the time so it stayed stored in her room.
This summer I'd saved enough for the tattoo so I asked Nikole to get it out so I could bring it to the artist I wanted to do my tattoo so he'd have something tangible to reference. First she looked in all the obvious places she would have put it in her room, and when it wasn't there she searched every other drawer, box, bag and pocket in her room. Then she checked her drawer in the basement and finally we got my mom to search her room. It was nowhere in the house. The search started at the beginning of August and it's still continuing whenever I'm there. Since then Nikole has even rearranged and done a huge clean of her room. We cannot find it.
What I'm wondering is, what is so special about this particular pendulum that it keeps going missing. Or do you think maybe its disappearances are link to this faceless man. And I guess that opens a whole new avenue of questions about the faceless man himself. I'll check in with my sister to see if she's seen him since then and ask her about what she feels around him. I'm really open to any ideas you might have.