Girl Skipping Rope (My first weird & haunted object)
A year and three months ago my Granny passed away. I was really sad when she died. Even though I knew she had be in hospital, and felt so sick, I still loved her very, very, very, very, very much and hated the fact that I would never see her again. A week after she died, my parents gathered us all together for a little family meeting. Gran was not a wealthy woman, but she left each of us something special. My special something was a mechanical piggy bank. (a mechanical “Girl Skipping Rope”) Even though it was (and still is) considered an antique, my Granny had always allowed me to play with this piggy bank whenever we would visit her in Harpenden. The day I received it, I placed it on my dresser and silently promised my Gran that I would care for it always.
A few days later my mechanical “girl skipping rope” seemed to come to life. It didn’t start talking to me or anything of that sort. I haven’t gone bonkers! 
But, one night, around two in the morning, I heard a sound coming from my dresser. I looked over and thought I saw “the girl” jumping her rope and the sound of a penny dropping into the metal bank. I blinked my eyes a few times and finally went back to sleep. When I woke up the next morning the incident seemed too weird to be true. I decided to chalk it up to a nutty dream. (I have those all the time!)
That next night I went to bed. I swear to you I was not even thinking about Gran’s piggy bank. I fell asleep and around two in the morning I heard the sound of the metal rope twisting round again. Fear set in! My throat tightened and I started to sweat. My ears felt as though they had been stuffed with cotton. I honestly didn’t dare to even look over at my dresser. And as I heard the penny clank into the metal bank, I placed my quilt over my head and remained there, under cover, until morning.
This continued for over a week until my Mum noticed I was looking a bit tired. I confessed to her that Gran’s bank was keeping me up. My Mum laughed. She thought I was joking her. That’s when I started to cry. I don’t know why I cried. I guess I was exhausted and tired of being haunted by a mechanical bank! Who wouldn’t cry? My Mum could see I was sincere. She took my hand and we walked upstairs to my room to face the “girl skipping rope”. We examined the bank thoroughly. Nothing seemed out of place… except for the fact that when we opened the bottom of the bank, there were no pennies inside!!! I screamed and ran out of the room. Now, I realize that is not the best behavior for someone who is considering studying paranormal activity on a professional level someday, but there it is. I screamed and ran. My Mum decided the best solution would be to remove the bank from my room. I agreed and suggested we keep it downstairs in the kitchen.
That night, around two in the morning, we heard my dog, Lady, barking in the kitchen. My Dad went down to investigate. He found nothing unusual and sent us all back to bed. The next night it happened again! Around two in the morning, Lady barked and my Dad went down to investigate. Feeling somehow responsible for waking up the entire family, I stood at the top of the stairs and shouted down to Dad that I thought it was Gran’s mechanical bank again. Dad smiled and sent me back to bed.
The next day, when I arrived home from school, the bank was no longer on the kitchen counter. I asked Mum where it was and she told me Dad had taken it to storage for safe keeping. I felt horrible. I mean, I had promised Gran I would take care of it always and now it was stuffed away in storage. Mum said that I could have the bank when I have a flat of my own one day. Not sure how I feel about ever getting it back.
So, tell me, do you believe an object can be haunted? Has anything like this ever happened to you?
November 4th, 2007 at 4:40 am
hi, this is my first post to this website and i was just skimming through some of the post when i noticed this, when i was little and my great-grandma died she left me a trinket box with a little ballet dancer then when you opened it the dancer spun and it played a tune. My great-granma died when i was 5 and when i turned 10 at night between the time of 1-1:30am every night the box would open the dancer would dance the tune would play and as soon as it turned 1:30 am the box would snap shut. I didnt tell my mum because i was only 10 and my mum wouldnt believe me. I ended up telling my grandma who took the box off me and the box is now kept in my great-grandma’s old draw where it used to be kept.
November 4th, 2007 at 9:12 am
Franki, that is a very chilling story. How did you sleep with that going on? Did it keep you awake waiting for it to happen? Could you sleep after the event? When I had Gran’s piggy bank I nearly stopped sleeping. I have so many questions. Don’t you wonder why it happens at that late hour? It is as if they wait until the world is quiet to reach out. I suppose it is the only time they are certain we will hear them. Thank you for your haunted object story!
November 12th, 2007 at 1:10 pm
well as it was going on my sleep was little lol. it sometimes kept me awake but mainly i was so tired from lack of sleep that i ended up sleeping til the tune started playing. i do wonder why it happens at night a thought that i have had is that as the spirt is trying to communicate with us they do it at such a late time as to not scare us because if we do catch a sight of them they do not wish to scare us so pick such a late time when it is dark so harder to see them and when we are tired and think its just our mind playing tricks. what do you think about this idea?
December 9th, 2007 at 2:47 pm
When my papa died my aunt and uncle moved into my papas house to keep my nana company and they moved into my nana and papas old room and the first night they slept there they had a large vase full of spare change in the corner and in the middle of the night they heard a coin drop into the vase and they both sat bolt upright and said they had heard the same thing but this only ever happened once, also on the night of my papas death my family went to my nanas house to see her and the phone rang at about 11 and it we checked caller ID and it said it was from my nanas house but if you have ever tryed calling yourself you will know that it always says the line is busy so how could sum1 have called from inside the house?!?!?!
February 17th, 2008 at 3:02 pm
The same thing kind of happened to me. My uncle died and I was over and my aunts house. She had a bunch of his old kid stuff and we were cleaning out the attic. (this was like.. 5 years after he died by the way.) We found his old piggy bank, only it was a juke box. We put money in it and nothing happened for two reasons. It was really old and stopped working when he was about 12 and there were no batteries in it. We set it on her table and kept working talking about random things. Then she said his name while looking at a picture and all of a sudden the juke box started playing, and it was his favorite song that played, not the one the juke box originally came with.
April 6th, 2008 at 9:46 am
I think that people should communicate, no matter where they do it – in real life or in Internet.
April 9th, 2008 at 3:59 am
I was getting pretty edgy reading this. If I say I’m disagreeing with your post I would say nothing. Reading this is meaningless waste of time.