Haunted Table
I never expected totell anyone this story, let alone the whole United States, butit's true and maybe someone can figure it out.
I was born in Elmira, New York, which was a nice, normal place togrow up. Nothing strange happened to me before I was ten yearsold, and nothing strange has happened since that Saturdayafternoon at my friend Kevin's house.
We had been to the picture show, and because it was late fall,night came early. Kevin and I were playing in his bedroom insteadof outside, and his dad and mom were fixing up the kitchen.
Boys will be boys, so Kev and I had to supervise his dad as helay on the floor under the kitchen sink. The drain was clogged,and he was cleanng it out. He had drained the water, taken offthe elbow joint, and now had his head under the open drain,moving a wire hanger or something through the pipe to clear outthe clog.
Kevin asked whether he could help, and his dad handed him the potof water he had drained off and told him to get rid of it. Well,Kevin just emptied it back into the sink, and naturally itflushed down the drain and hit his father right in the face. Likea shot his dad was out from under the sink, and he startedyelling at Kevin. It was then that things got strange.
Over in the far corner of the kitchen was an old-fashioned, three-leggedtable that Kevin's mom used for odds and ends. I believe thatthis little table was haunted.
It reacted to Kevin's dad's cussing. At first it just startedshaking a little when he began to holler; then it began to movetoward him--just kind of scraping slowly over the kitchen floor.I couldn't believe it was moving. I was speechless.
When Kevin's dad let out a big, loud curse, the table rose upabout two inches and actually flew into him and toppled over.
I stood there with my mouth wide open and my eyes bugging out ofmy head, but nobody else seemed concerned--Kevin's family hadexperienced this little three-legged table coming to life before.
They laughed and said that this was the first time a nonfamilymember had witnessed its movement. Every time some member of thefamily really lost his or her temper and yelled something, thethree-legged table came to life until the person calmed down.
Kevin's mom said that the table was haunted by her great-grandmother,who had brought it over from Italy. She was supposed to have beenvery strict about cursing, and her ghost moved the little tableto show her displeasure.
I never saw the three-legged table come to life again, and Ioften wonder whether Kevin's family still has it.
That's my ghost story. It's true and, as I said before, maybesomebody can figure it out.