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Subject: The Three-Legged Table
From: dan.cramer@ablelink.org (Dan Cramer)
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   This story comes from the pen (or keyboard) of James S. Williams


I never expected to tell anyone this story, let alone the whole United
States, but it's true and maybe someone can figure it out.
   I was born in Elmira, New York, which was a nice, normal place to
grow up. Nothing strange happened to me before I was ten years old, and
nothing strange has happened since that Saturday afternoon 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 instead of 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 he lay on
the floor under the kitchen sink. The drain was clogged, and he was
cleanng it out. He had drained the water, taken off the elbow joint, and
now had his head under the open drain, moving a wire hanger or something
through the pipe to clear out the clog.
   Kevin asked whether he could help, and his dad handed him the pot of
water he had drained off and told him to get rid of it. Well, Kevin just
emptied it back into the sink, and naturally it flushed down the drain
and hit his father right in the face. Like a shot his dad was out from
under the sink, and he started yelling at Kevin. It was then that things
got strange.
   Over in the far corner of the kitchen was an old-fashioned,
three-legged table that Kevin's mom used for odds and ends. I believe
that this little table was haunted.
   It reacted to Kevin's dad's cussing. At first it just started shaking
a little when he began to holler; then it began to move toward 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 up about
two inches and actually flew into him and toppled over.
   I stood there with my mouth wide open and my eyes bugging out of my
head, but nobody else seemed concerned--Kevin's family had experienced
this little three-legged table coming to life before.
   They laughed and said that this was the first time a nonfamily member
had witnessed its movement. Every time some member of the family really
lost his or her temper and yelled something, the three-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 been very
strict about cursing, and her ghost moved the little table to show her
displeasure.
   I never saw the three-legged table come to life again, and I often
wonder whether Kevin's family still has it.
   That's my ghost story. It's true and, as I said before, maybe
somebody can figure it out.
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