As I mentioned in the previous post I had a fateful sleepover in my paranormally active home.
I was brave enough when I was 13 to tell my best friend Susan about the strange goings-on in my home. There was something about talking about it to a sympathetic ear that made me feel better as my family often dismissed what I told them. Susan was equally fascinated and terrified by the stories but believed me as best friends do for one another.
Being 13 year old girls our conversations revolved more around boys and gossip than the supernatural. And being a normal 13 year old girl I invited her for a sleepover. I really, really didn't think anything was going to happen. The occurences weren't daily and I think a part of me really wanted to believe it was all my vivid imagination.
We slept in the downstairs, partially built family room so we could stay up to all hours and giggle without keeping anyone up. The family room had walls built but cement floor littered with toys and clothes, books etc. We also had a ping-pong table that wasn't used anymore, just collected toys and folded laundry.
It was a normal sleepover. We stayed up late then decided to go to sleep. It was perhaps under an hour after we had turned the lights out and the sound of rolling ping pong balls started at one end of the basement where the laundry room was. They sounded like they were getting closer and closer but never came into the room. All I could think was "not tonight, please not while my best friend is here." I was embarassed of all things as only teenagers can be. Susan was whispering "Are you awake? Do you hear that?" and we both hid under the covers. It lasted for quite some time, or at least seemed to. I would say at least a few minutes. But the best/worst part is we didn't have any ping-pong balls! Our dog chewed any we did have leaving them useless and the game had lost it's appeal to us long before so we never replaced the balls.
When we discussed it the next morning I pointed out to Susan that we had no ping-pong balls I thought she was going to lose it. It was just too freaky for her and me! Word went around school pretty fast about the night and I didn't have a sleepover again. Some kids were even scared of me!
Now that many years have gone by and I've had a chance to research a bit I think it may have been poltergiest activity. Lots of energy from teens, and already susceptable environment and expectation? I don't really know. Anyone have any thoughts?