Your True Tales
July 2005 – Page 9

Billiard Poltergeist
by Lauren Lomenick

I was in my senior year of high school and was working as an aid for a man who was disabled. We spent lots of time together, running errands and talking about whatever popped up. One day, I mentioned that I was into paranormal stuff and lent him a book on Nostradamus. One night we decide to go to the house of a friend of his that is supposedly haunted. I have had the "feelings" before, but not anything tangible, so I was eager to find out.

We got to the house, introduced ourselves and walked inside, listening to the owner tell us what was to come. Her "ghost" is supposed to move buttons and pennies, making them appear out of nowhere, as well as cue balls other items. We start going to the basement, and I was the last one down. As I was walking, I felt a penny hit the top of my head. I closed the door behind me and the carpet was too thick to fit anything under the door. Nobody had anything in their pockets (we emptied them to rule out a trickster in our midst). Then pennies started rolling down the steps, and I mean these were appearing out of thin air!

We went to the billiard room, arranged the balls in numerical order/color and turned our backs. Sure enough, it sounded like a pool game going on, clacking of balls and all. We turned around and they were out of order. Then the door started to shake and we heard banging, as if someone was trying to force their way in. I kept an eye on all the people at all times and the door was warped and nobody ever used it.

Then we went to the bedroom (of the ghost). I felt an imprint of a body and an area of warmth. But no big deal, anyone could have laid there before I came. Balls started bouncing out of empty ,dark rooms now. We went upstairs and I did the "button test," arranging these in a design, and shut the door, but not before checking the room first. I was the only one in there. So I closeed the door, heard noises, opened the door -- and the buttons were not the way I left them!

We heard noises and the basement door cracked open, so we looked and there was a cosmetics bag propped to the door! We had some dinner and I was not feeling well. I felt as if I had developed the flu within a matter of minutes -- sweats/chills/nausea/major headaches/fatigue. I've never felt like that before. I talked to the woman who owned the house. She has since moved (closer to my house) and the "ghost" has followed her to her new home. I hope to visit again, but this time with a video camera.

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