Horror

A GET TOGETHER WITH FRIENDS

When I was a child, my father would invite
neighborhood families to the house for the
evening. Where other families would just play
games like cards or board games, my father would
come up with the idea of rocking the table about half
way thought the evening just to have something
different to do.
The night that I remember most clearly was when I
was about 7 years old it was decided that I would
rock the table with him. The table we would use was
the dinning room table. This table was a very large
cherry wood table that set 12. As we where a family
of 10 We lived in a large 5 bedroom house on 40
acres of property, the rooms were all very large and
the dinning room was no exception.
That night we put all the chairs back against the wall
to have them out of the way then moved the table to
the middle of the room. I was standing at one end of
the table with my palms on the table at about elbow
length from the end of the table with my body not
touching it, my father stood at the other end and
also put his hands on the table at elbows length or
more onto the table also where he in no way touched
the table other than just the palms of his hands. It
was quite in the room as my dad told me to clear my
mind and only think over and over again "if there is
someone here rock the table" that's what I did. It was
slow at first but the table kind of moved just a little
bit like some one was pushing against it as if they
were getting up from a chair. Then the table started
raising up off the floor from my father's side of the
room I might add there was no way that I could have
done this to have it tip towards me and with him
only having his palms on the table there was no way
that he could do it either... He started to ask
questions that would be yes and no answers he said
if it's No, rock one time, if it's Yes, rock two times.
This question and answers only went on till he
thought it would be fun to see if we could get them
to put the table up on one leg and go around in a
circle on that one leg... he asked if they would do
that for us tonight... The answer to that question was
a bone jarring, Yes.
The table started rocking back and forth very hard for
just a few seconds till it got up so far that my dad
had to move to the side of the table to keep his
hands on it. It was tipped up on the two legs on my
side and stayed that way for all of 2-3 seconds then
tipped up onto one of those legs and stood that way
for a second or two and then started to turn slowly
we had to walk around with it to keep our hands on
it, at first it was just walking, then I had to run to
keep up with it! Needless to say the neighbors that
had come to the house were terrified of what they
were seeing as never once did my father have
anything more in contact with the table then the
palms of his hands. And they knew that there was no
way that I could have done what they were seeing.
The table was going to fast for us to keep up and I
lost hold of it and let go and it came down on all
four legs and just stood still, I can still see my step
mother's face when she looked at her table to make
sure it was ok after what it had been put though...
That was the only time I ever agreed to rock the table
with my father with people from the neighborhood at
the house. As that kind of put me at a disadvantage
to say the least with the kids I went to school with.