Yep, I have no explanation, but I have experienced first hand some scary shit with certain objects.
OK, The Brooch,
I can only tell you exactly what happened. You have my word I am not lying, for whatever that is worth.
When I was about 19....1980 ish
I had a mate that was an apprentice builder.
He lived in my home town. He rented a room out the back of a very old property that was an old Blue stone Dairy.
The house block was also one of two blocks built over an old aboriginal burial ground.
I came home from work on the Friday night and went up to visit him, ready for a night on the town.
I met him at the main house and he said, "Hey come check out my room, I have spent the last two days renovating it" We went out and it looked great, he had painted, re trimmed the windows and doors, all sorts of stuff,
Then he said, "Oh yeah, check out what I found jammed in behind the door surround when I pulled it off"
He held out his hand, and in it was a very antique looking old ladies brooch.
Now I can tell you at this point I was in party, lets go to the pub and pick up mode. In no way thinking anything bad.
He handed me the brooch, and the second it touched my hand, I have never in my life before or since felt such evil. I dropped it instantly and just about fell over with fear. It was the most evil sensation I have ever felt.
Tim took one look at me, reached down and picked up the brooch, and threw it as far as he could into the paddock next door to the house. The grass was a meter high, and I watched it leave his hand, travel 30 or 40 meters into the long grass,
I remember nothing else after that, the terror was awful.
Ok skip to Monday. I had blown a head gasket in my car so had to catch the bus to work, so did Tim.
We lived in a town where the first stop was near us so we got the pick of the seats. Being boys we went for the back seat. I was sitting on the passenger side, Tim on the driver side. We were just chatting, we both had our arms over the back seat between the backrest and the rear escape window. All of a sudden Tim's face Paled, he looked at me, and brought his hand up. He had the same brooch in it. The same brooch he threw into the paddock the Friday before. We both just crapped ourselves and he threw it out the window of the bus.
Neither of us ever saw the brooch again.
As you know, I am an em path.