My Grandma's Haunted Sewing Machine

From: Nancy B (nancyebruff@lexcominc.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Lex, N.C.
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sun Aug 26 13:30:11 2007

HI, this is Spooky Thunder. This is another story from my experiences growing up in a haunted house. Late one evening My father, my brother John, my nephew Albert and myself were watching "Shock Theater" . It was on a Saturday night around 11:30. We all were in the living room watching TV, when we heard a noise. At first we did not know what it was. We followed the sound until we found the source. There in the corner was my dad's mother's sewing machine . He had inherited this machine after she had died. It was an antique. The kind with the foot pedal. You had to mash it and rock it back and forth with your foot to get it to sew. Any way, there it was, the foot pedal was moving by itself. I am not talking about a little movement, I am talking about full throttle. My dad, who even if he saw something that he could not explain, would never admit it. He was the kind of person who tried to find explanations for everything, or he just refused to talk about it. He said at first, that the cat must have jumped on it. We looked through the window of our front porch and the cat was sitting on the porch swing. The machine sewed about five minutes more before it stopped. My dad told us it was nothing, to watch TV and forget about it. That was hard to do.

The funny thing is, the very next day, he moved his beloved mother's sewing machine out into our barn. The loft to be exact. For someone who did not believe in ghost's, it did not take him long to move that sucker out of our house.

On several more occasions all of us kids would be playing in the barn and in the loft , forgetting about grandma's sewing machine, when we all would suddenly be reminded. We would see the pedal moving, sewing on it's own. The pedal would be moving at a fast speed, while we were breaking our neck's trying to get away from it. Needless to say, we give up on playing in the barn loft. We quit playing around the barn period.