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
Hi,
enjoyed your story and could imagine your fear as you tore down the stairs. I think it was a playful spirit don’t you? especially since it didn’t bother you again.
oh god i can just imagine your fear….running and feeling something or someone behind you…ive had that happen to me…
I would have been just as scared as you. My heart was pounding reading that. how hard did the cueball collide with the other balls?? I would make a guess and say maybe the table was haunted and not your house as you never felt anything again.
the ????? is this how old was the pool table? i have a freind that used to have a table in his room that no one was allowed to touch that was in an abanded hotel in a certain ghost town in cali i think he said that was built in the 1800 i do not know if it was haunted but he said he felt that there were strings attached to the table.