Haunted Coffee Table at Grandma’s House

Haunted Coffee Table – Another Story of My Grandma’s Haunted House

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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

FLYING OBJECTS…IDENTIFIED

 

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.

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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.

haunted coffee table

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© 2019 & 2022 BS

 

Grandma’s Spooky Garage

My Grandma’s Spooky Garage

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After I posted my flashback post yesterday, about my Grandma’s Ghostly House, here  there was some interest in hearing more.

This then is a true story I posted on August 11, 2014, about my Grandma’s Spooky Garage.

Most of these happened when I was a kid, and I’d be over there at her house.

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SPOOKY GARAGE

Have you ever felt like an unseen presence was watching you? You get that creepy feeling, maybe your hair stands up on the back of your neck, or you get hyper sensitive of any stealthy noises? Your ears want to hear something, anything, but you don’t…you just feel an overwhelming need to leave where you are. You are being watched. You don’t know who it is…or what it is, but you can sense they are there.

I have had this feeling lots of times. The most frequent was at my Grandma’s house…the one from my previous story. I could feel someone or something watching me in that back bedroom, which was scary, but the strongest feeling of this was in the garage. It was an old wooden and stucco outbuilding, right by the house. It was big enough for one car, and some items hanging on the walls on either side. The floor was just dirt, and there were two doors you’d have to open to get the car inside or out…no automatic garage door on this old place. The whole structure seemed kind of rickety, and there was always a musty smell, of old dirt and car parts. Nothing sinister, just the usual homeowner’s garage filled with tools, and other items.

However, if you went further into the garage, there was another door. Back behind where the car was parked, was a flimsy door. When in that little back room you could feel the weirdness. It didn’t look very strange, just a bunch of canning jars, and miscellaneous stored items, some junk from the house being stored. My cousin and I would always beg to go prowl around in there, though, mainly because it was spooky, and we liked to look at all the stuff.

The very best part, we thought, was an antique trunk. It must have belonged to some long lost relative, I don’t know, but it had all kinds of interesting things in there to look at. There were clothes from a bygone era, mementos, and a strange little box with this person’s hair in it…sort of a long tress of brown and gray, tied with a ribbon. It was fascinating!

Just as we’d get really into our discoveries, though we’d get spooked, because we could definitely feel/sense that we were being watched. Maybe it was the original owner of the trunk, but we never saw anyone…ghost or otherwise. We’d try to stick it out and keep looking, but it never failed, there would come a point where we had to run, run as fast as we could out of there, before the unseen entity grabbed at us.

I went in there lots of times by myself, even when I was told not to, but I couldn’t resist. I never knew what ever happened to that old trunk when my Grandma moved away. Wish I did.

Do you ever get the creepy, being watched feeling?

One more note: Later on, after I was grown up, when my Grandma would go out of town, she’d ask me to come over to water plants, get the mail, and just check that all was okay with the house while she was gone. I would do it, but I’ll tell you what…I did it in a hurry, because being in that quiet house all by myself, was almost too much to take. I could feel the watcher’s eyes on me the whole time!

There is one more story I can remember about strange things that happened in her house. I’ll post it tomorrow.

Thanks for reading my true ghost stories!

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© 2022 BS

Reminders – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Sharp

Reminders – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Sharp 

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 5/2020

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sharp.” Use it in any or all of its definitions. Have fun!

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Today’s SOCS has us using the prompt word, ‘sharp’. Thanks, Linda! To join in and also see other entries, just click the above link.

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sharp knife that ghost borrowed

sharp is the wind blowing through my mind

cut to the quick – the hurting kind

sharp shards of snowflakes

hits my face – freezes my senses

sharp as teeth biting eye lenses

icy numbness running through

reminds me to never ever forget you

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© 2020 BS

Scenes of Favorite Days – # 3 –

Scenes of Favorite Days – # 3 –

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I don’t know why this is a favorite day, but the whole thing was unusual and I just enjoyed it, I guess.

Another super windy day with sand blowing. Middle of the afternoon – power is out – furnace is out – it’s winter time again.

I’d been sewing Barbie clothes for the girl’s dolls, and also I had been watching my favorite soap opera. It was my mom’s favorite, too, and when it ended I called her to talk about it, as it was a very suspenseful episode. Then the power went out.

I was sitting on top of the kitchen table, the house was getting cold, and I didn’t know how to re-light the furnace (it was a gas pilot light and the wind had blown it out), but it was okay – we didn’t blow up.

One other thing though, was I’d been reading some kind of spooky stories about ghosts and such. It said the spirits loved the windy dark days, too, as the static electricity in the air was conductive to their appearing. I still always think of this on these kinds of days.

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~note~ I have no pictures of any of this today – no sand, no Barbie doll, no furnace, no table, no soap opera 🙂 – little pictures (doll, TV, & ghost) are from Free Clip Art~

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Haunted Coffee Table – Another Story of My Grandma’s Haunted House

Haunted Coffee Table – Another Story of My Grandma’s Haunted House

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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

FLYING OBJECTS…IDENTIFIED

 

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.

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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.

In future posts, I will tell of more flying objects I’ve seen … at my own house! I will, also tell more true stories of my encounters with the paranormal.

Have you had any weird experiences like this? What are your thoughts on the unexplained? I’d love to hear your stories!

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.

haunted coffee table

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

 

Countdown to Halloween – Day 21

Countdown to Halloween – Day 21

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Poem # 21

SPECTER’S PRAYER

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Twisting, turning in their graves

Souls want out tonight.

Tangled in their silken shrouds,

No one hears their plight.

A Specter of their former selves,

They claw with bloody nails…

They struggle inside their coffins, dark…

No one hears their wails.

Come closer, you who walk nearby,

Release us from this plane.

Our spirits now just ectoplasm

That death will not lay claim.

Sobbing now, we feel the chill

Of centuries gone by…

Please rescue us, oh mortal ones…

You see…we did not die.

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© 2018 BS

 

Mystery of the Missing Pill

Mystery of the Missing Pill

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So, being the usual klutz that I am, there was a small incident last evening.

I knocked my weekly pill container off the cabinet, and all the little doors opened and out spilled all the pills, on the floor.

I immediately gathered them all up and put them back (after wiping them off!) in the separate places, but one was missing.

Now, each day has 2 pills, one for morning and one for evening. I don’t usually forget to take one, so they should all be an even number in the container. But, one was missing!

I looked, and looked, all over the kitchen, where they fell. Still couldn’t find that one missing pill. It was gone somewhere. It wasn’t a big deal, as I have more I can take, but I didn’t want the cat to accidentally eat one.

And, it bugs me to think why would there be only one pill in one segment, when I know I put the right amount in all of them when I renewed the weeks worth.

So, where is the missing pill? I still haven’t found it! Did it fall through a black hole, or into another dimension, or a parallel universe. Will it show up at a later date? I’ve dropped lots of things before, such as an earring, and it was totally gone, but then showed up later. Why is this? I blame my house ghost of taking things all the time, which is a fact. Maybe they wanted to try out my medicine?

Well, you can see how my thoughts always turn to the mysterious conclusions. No secrets there, as that’s just how I am.

Meanwhile, I’ll wait and see what happens. 🙂

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© 2018 BS

Spooky – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Organ

Spooky – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Organ

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 21/18

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “organ.” Talk about an organ or base your post on the theme of them … or one. Have fun!

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So here we go, with the new prompt word of the week. It is ‘organ’.

I’ve been trying to think of something to say about this. I don’t want to write about organs, as in body, or organizations, or organizing, but I will.

Body organs = if they keep taking them out of me, I won’t have any left

Organizations = I don’t belong to any now, but I was a Girl Scout for awhile. That’s an organization.

Organizing = I can’t do it. I’m the most disorganized person you’ll ever know.

Now…oh yeah, I forgot about the musical instrument called an organ. I don’t play one. I do have a funny story about one, though.

Years ago, my friend and I were prowling around a big, historic local church. Just us. It was late at night. I don’t know why we were even in there, but we thought no one else was there, and it was dimly lit and spooky. We kept hearing strange and weird music coming from somewhere, so we started exploring. It sounded kind of pretty, but still spooky, when we didn’t think anyone else was there. We looked in all kinds of rooms, up stairs and down in the basement, into shadowy corners, and nooks and crannies. Finally, we found where it was coming from. Some person was playing a giant pipe organ. I guess they were practicing for church services, I don’t know. They didn’t notice us peeking at them, even though we watched for awhile.

At least we thought that’s what and who we saw. Could have been a ghost musician for all we knew. We got out of there, and didn’t speak of it to anyone else.

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© 2018 BS

 

 

My True Ghost Story for Halloween

My True Ghost Story for Halloween  

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This is a true ghost story. It happened in the house we live in now.

THE LEVITATING MIRROR

Levitate, levitation, levitating…to rise or float in the air esp. in seeming defiance of gravitation; the act or process of levitating – esp. the rising or lifting of a person or thing by means held to be supernatural.

Our bedroom mirror levitated…by itself!

We’ve lived here in this house for quite a few years, now, and we are only the second family to have lived here. We met the previous owners, and they are not weird, and no horrible thing ever occurred in this house, that we were made aware of. It’s just that the paranormal seems to follow me around, no matter which house I’m in.

The mirror in question, was a used one…one of those kind of tall ones that fit onto a dresser. It wasn’t bolted on, though, just propped up against the wall, and dresser top. The dresser was covered with all kinds of junk that accumulates, such as papers, bills, a glass lazy-susan that held coins, pens, watches, and miscellaneous items. There was a box of papers, a piggy bank, a belt, some cards…well, the whole top was covered in stuff.

I was sitting in the dining room, doing some scrap booking. The bedroom where the mirror was, was one wall away and in front of me. We have four cats, but they were all sleeping in the far back bedroom. It was quiet in the house…no TV on, no music playing. Suddenly, I hear a terrible crash coming from the bedroom. I went to see what it was. I found that the mirror had fallen onto the carpeted floor, and shattered.

What was so strange was that absolutely nothing in the bedroom or on top of the dresser had been disturbed at all! Not one thing had fallen off to the floor. There was no way the mirror could have just fallen frontwards in the first place, because of all the stuff on the top of the dresser. It couldn’t have slipped from the bottom, either, as it would have knocked off the stuff.

All I can believe, is that somehow, the only way…the only way this happened, was that the mirror levitated itself, going up and over the things, silently, then turned itself sideways to the dresser, then crashed down onto the floor. That’s when I heard the crash! I ran in, and saw it laying on the floor, sideways to the dresser, mirror glass side down…on carpet. The sound of breaking glass had been loud, though!

What is also surprising, is that it did not scare me at all. I was just like, well, gotta clean up the glass shards. I’ve gotten so used to objects flying around the houses I’ve been in, that it has become the normal thing. I had a bit of a time, trying to get that mirror up off the floor, as it was pretty heavy. I couldn’t just lift it up and take it out. I had to drag it all the way through the house and out to the garage. It stayed out there for a long, long time; we just recently got rid of it. Nothing else ever happened with it.

That incident was only one of several, here in this house. I’ll tell more in another post, and also things that happened in other houses I’ve lived in.

Hope your household goods stay put, because mine sure don’t!

© 2014 BS

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Happy Halloween! 🙂

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Haunted

“Haunted”

Creaky floors

Creaky doors

Noisy ghosts abound

Graveyard near

Fuels your fear

Ghosts do swirl around

Skritchy scratch

Unlocked latch

A eerie, ghostly sound

Draw the curtain

Must be certain

Ghosts remain underground

House so creaky

Ghosts so freaky

Try not to come unwound

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For dVerse Poets – Quadrille # 43 (write to the prompt word ‘creak’, and use only 44 words)

Quadrille #43

Thanks for hosting, Grace!

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© 2017 BS