Haunted Coffee Table – Another Story of My Grandma’s Haunted House
This is one more story I have about my Grandma’s Haunted House. I wrote this one on July 28, 2014.
You can find the other posts at these links:
My Grandma’s Haunted House https://wp.me/p3RE1e-8Tc
My Grandma’s Spooky Garage https://wp.me/p3RE1e-8TH
Have you ever seen a normal household object in your house fly through the air on it’s own? I have on many occasions. As long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to the paranormal realm. I know there are many unexplainable occurances in the world, and I really believe they are from another dimension, or a parallel universe, from outer space, or even a ghost.
With this post, I’ll begin relating some of my most memorable experiences with the supernatural.
Flying objects have been pretty consistant in my experience. First at my grandma’s house, then in my own homes. My grandmother was the 13th child in her family. When I was growing up, she lived around the corner from us – the adddress was 1313 xyz Street. Her house was haunted. I don’t know if all the 13 numbers had anything to do with it, but it did make it more interesting.
On many occasions, when I was at her house, just sitting there in the living room, things would fly off the coffee table for no reason we could see. Things like a candy dish, a magazine, or an ashtray would slide, jump, or fly off it. We did not make this happen. We didn’t know when it would happen, it just did. It got pretty commonplace to see this happening off and on through the years.
I know there were unseen entities in that house. We could feel their presence, and see what they did. I never actually saw an apparition, but did see things move about, and hear strange noises there. Later on, my grandma moved into another house, taking some of her furniture with her. That coffee table was one of the pieces she kept. I think something was attached to it and came along to the new place, because the occurances of flying objects continued there, also.
My aunt still has that coffee table in her house, now. I took a picture of it recently, but didn’t see anything strange about it. I know it has secrets, though. It is off to the left, in front of the dustcloth covered couch. She’s never said if anything weird happens with it now.
The coffee table is in front of the sheet covered couch in this photo. It is dark brown, with slats, and it is fairly long. You can click the photo to enlarge.