In 1975 I was a six year old boy living in Columbia City, Indiana. My father had recently purchased an old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. The house was your typical older home, white, with a lot of wood features inside. It had a creepy vibe.
I attended A.M. Kindergarten so returned home at noon. My father was at work, and my only “sibling” was a step brother who was at school until 3:30 p.m. So, I am alone with my step mother. My step mother sends me to play upstairs because she is watching soap operas and I was being noisy.
So I go in our playroom, which my father had put his pool table. I decided to play around with the pool balls and was throwing them across the table into other balls, etc. Then I racked the balls and removed the triangle.
I then noticed that my little plastic cowboys and Indians were on the floor, (I loved those guys back then). So I knelt down on the floor, by the door, and the pool table and started playing with my “guy’s”, this led to me laying down on my stomach and playing. After a while I suddenly heard a pool ball (I assume the cue ball) “crack”, roll, and slam into the ball’s that I had arranged earlier. I don’t remember if any ball’s went in the holes, but I jumped up, startled and saw that no one was there.
I remember like it was yesterday, I felt a cold chill ( I still get it) and terror swept over me. I screamed and ran down stairs. I hope you can imagine how I felt as I ran down, the stairs seemed so long, and it felt like “something” was right over my shoulder trying to grab me.
I was crying so hard that my step mom got up and came running to me. She kept me down stairs until my father got home, but that night he forced me to sleep upstairs in my bed. I cried myself to sleep and tried to go down stairs a time or two. Nothing happened to me that night, or ever again.
I am 39 years old now, I have never had a ghostly or paranormal experience since then. But, I remember it as if it was yesterday.
This is a true story, and unless I’m insane this really happened. I would love to hear thoughts on it, or comments. That’s why I wrote and submitted this. If you read this, thank you.
Written by D. Todd Huffman, Copyright 2008
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Hello Shawna,
Phones are all about communication.
1) Ghosts can make a phone ring, when they are trying to get a message through. Or it could have been a fault on the line somewhere? Though that is unlikey, I do like to eliminate ‘normal’ possibilities. Did you guys go downstairs and try and trace the sound? Did anything important happen on that night? Did anyone you knew die?
2) Do you have the ghost of a lady who drowned hanging around your house? Or was s/he simply extremely emotional (metaphysically water=emotions)? I would go with the ‘drowning’ possiblity myself. What did you guys do at the time, apart from drying off the table and phone? Again, did anything important happen that time, or anyone you knew die within 3 days of this incident?
3) What did the lady say?
More questions, from me to you? Do you have more for us?
Love & peace
Ama
We did not go into the basement while we heard the phone ringing because we were terrified. If it wasn’t in the middle of winter, I would chalk it up to a phone in a neighboring house except all windows were closed and it was after 2am. The sound definitely sounded like a faint ringing within the home.
I am unsure if anyone who drowned haunts the home. I was not living in the state at the time so I am unsure what my mothers emotional state was, but again…my mother just sort of blew it off after she called me to tell me about the experience. No one that we knew died within that time frame.
When I saw the spirit of the robed figure, I heard her say “you have such pretty jewelry”. Odd, I know, but at the time, I had jewelry laying out on my dresser. It was all costume jewelry and none of it was acquired as hand-me-downs…so I disregard a spiritual attachment. I was about 15 years old at the time of this incident so I have thought it could be hormones…but I swear it was as real as could be.
Another event that occurred at about age 17 is when I came home from work one day (I was home alone for the weekend) and all of the items I set on my stairs were in the middle of the kitchen floor. Literally clothes and papers that I had on the stairs to bring up to my room were in the very middle of my kitchen floor. Again, that was the first and only time that has happened.
Our experiences are few and far between but it seems that when they occur, they are not subtle and are completely different events each time. I hope my responses help a little. Thank you for your reply!
Shawna