I was over at my friends, Nicci, house with her b/f, Kevin. We were talking and decided to go to Nicci's basement. We sat down and started to talk when I turned around and wasn't facing them anymore. They kept saying my name, but I wouldn't respond. Then I got up and walked away from them and Nicci followed me. I started to peek behind the clothes line they head hanging from the ceiling. Then I started growling her. She walked away, scared. I fell to the ground and started to rock back and forth. I was also crying. Kevin and Nicci came over to me and kept saying my name and asking what was wrong, but once again I didn't respond. Kevin waved his arm over my head and I punched the barrel beside me and it went flying across the room. The barrel jumped and went off to the other side of the room. Then all of the sudden I came back to reality and Nicci told me what had just happened, for I was in confusion. We went and sat down to talk about it. Soon we found out that I had been used as a "transmitter" by a poltergeist to get back at Kevin for something, I cannot say, he did to me.