My husband was transferred on his job to Philadelphia, PA. in the summer of 1959. We took an apartment outside Philadelphia in Hatboro. It was a two-story apartment. The bedrooms and bath were upstairs and the living room and kitchen were on the first floor. We had four children. Our oldest daughter was 6, our second was also a daughter, age 4-1/2, next a son, age 3, and a baby who was born in September 1959. We had a female collie. She immediately took a liking to the baby and would be wherever the baby was. She would sleep beside his bassinet upstairs, or by his playpen in the livingroom. It is important to explain briefly the appearance of certain things in the apartment. There was a space of about 8 inches between the range and the kitchen counter. Also, the livingroom floor was hardwood and the playpen was typically square, on casters to roll it around. The first incident happened one afternoon in February 1960. Our oldest daughter was in school. The other children were in their rooms upstairs taking naps. I had cleaned the kitchen after our lunch. I had a glass silex coffee pot and after pouring a cup of coffee, I took a large sponge and wiped the sink and stove. I set the sponge on the counter behind the sink and set the coffee pot back on the stove. Then I sat in the livingroom and watched TV (keeping the sound low so as not to awaken the children). I heard a strange swishing noise and a 'thunk' sound. I went upstairs and checked the children. They were all asleep. Returning to the livingroom, I decided to refill my coffee cup. But the pot was no longer on the stove. I looked in the refrigerator to see if I had put it there after pouring my milk into the coffee. But it wasn't there, either. I finally found the coffee pot. It was sitting rightside up on top of the sponge on the floor between the stove and the counter. The sponge had lifted off the sink and landed on the foor and the coffeepot followed. Not a drop of coffee had spilled, although it was nearly a full pot. After this event, several other things happened. When we returned home from shopping, nicnacs would be moved. We would hear noises and couldn't figure out where they came from. One day, while setting the table for supper, I took some plates out of the cabinet, placed them in one stack on the table and turned my back to the table to get some glasses out of the cabinet. Again, I heard that swishing sound and turn around just in time to see the stack of plates lift about 6 inches off the table, move over the edge of the table, turn upside down and gently lower itself to the floor. No dishes were broken. If they had slid off the table, and they would have crashed. We began getting used to this poltergeist and we often 'talked' to it. But something happened that caused us to be more concerned. We had just finished supper when a neighber lady (she was a single woman about 45 years old) dropped in to have coffee with us. The older children went out to play, and the baby, now about five months old, was asleep in his playpen in the livingroom. The collie was lying on the far side of it. The playpen was next to and in line with the door between the kitchen and living room and we sat around the table in the kitchen with our coffee. Our neighbor was facing the playpen. I was sitting at the side of the table and my husband had his back to the playpen. Suddenly we heard a loud scrapping sound. I knew the children were still outside. By now we are getting used to strange noises, but our neighbor wasn't. She let out a shreik and stared at the playpen. Our collie started whinning. She jumped up and the hair on her back was sticking straight up. She began running back and forth trying to find a way to get into the kitchen, but the playpen was in the way. But the playpen was moving. It was not rolling on its casters, they were turned sideways and that is what was making the scrapping sound... as they scratched the hardwood floor. As the playpen moved away from the door, the collie was able to get past it and she ran into the kitchen and under the table, shivering and whinning. Our neighbor jumped up yelling, 'You've got a ghost'. She ran out the back door and refused to ever come into our home again. The playpen had been moved at least two feet, leaving those long scratch marks on the hardwood floor. We bought a home in New Jersey in April of 1960, and when we moved, our Poltergeist did not follow us. I had been told that these are caused by an adolescent child in the home, but our children were all quite young. What caused this poltergeist to pick us? Did the people who moved in after we left also have wierd experiences? How it changed my life:More open minded to other's experiences.
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