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I found this one on the internet about a man who acquired a VV210 that came with a little surprise.
"Here is the body of a letter where I related the incident to someone online.
In 1971, a friend asked me if I would be interested in a Victrola. I love antique phonographs, and this one was my first (I've had six or seven different ones since then including some cylinder Edisons). The Victrola was a VV210.
My friend Larry had a nephew who was only a couple of years younger than him. His nephew, Glen, had been given it by an older lady in when he was in boot-training while in Parris Island. When I saw it in the basement of his nephew's home, it was covered in dust, missing a front door, and looked a little like a tiny casket. The mainspring had been overwound and would only run for a few seconds.
I got it home, refinished the outside and removed the remaining door exposing the wood-horn. If you've never repaired a mainspring, you probably wouldn't have expected it to fly out (it is about 30 feet long and under LOTS of tension. Well, I fixed it and returned it to the canister and got it working again. I placed the Victrola downstairs in my folk's home (I lived there at the time and this was around Christmas 1971.)
My younger sister had the first incident with the Victrola. She had mentioned to me that the Christmas Tree we had upstairs had begun shaking; when she looked, she saw the reflection of a blonde-haired boy about 17 years of age in one of the glass ornaments. I attributed this to the imaginings of a 14 year old girl and dismissed it when she told me of the occurrence.
My first experience came shortly thereafter. I was talking to her about my 65 Mustang and went downstairs to get an Encyclopedia Yearbook to show her a picture and I noticed a whirring sound when I went downstairs. The Victrola was on a table next to a wall library and when I heard the whirring, I opened the phonograph top to find the turntable was turning. I didn't think too much of it at the time, but if you know these old Victrolas, they have a small brake that stops the turntable; I pressed it and the turning stopped. I didn't give it too much thought to it, although it was for me the first of many strange happenings.
My sister later on had mentioned that she believed the Victrola was haunted. I was beginning to think that I had a 'whacked' sister, although that opinion changed during a winter thunderstorm. My sister had a school-friend over, and only the three of us were home. My sister Lynne had gone on about how some copper tiles in the kitchen would just fly off the wall, but I really didn't believe in ghosts and was afraid to admit to myself they might exist. I didn't know it at the time, but I was mocking this spirit. A thunderstorm was raging and I remember saying 'there's no such things as ghosts' to my sister and her friend. I then pounded on the kitchen wall, only to hear a faint thud that came from upstairs (my bedroom was just above the kitchen). I remember the three soft knocks that answered my three knocks on the kitchen wall. A few moments later I heard my bed springs squeaking, as if a child were jumping up and down on the bed. I knew there was no-one home (my parents were out), and at this point I was becoming a little frightened, although I wouldn't show it to the two 14 year old girls. (I was 19 at the time). My sister had told me she was afraid to go inside to the bathroom and I laughingly said to her, we're right in the kitchen, don't worry. As she headed to the bathroom I said to her friend Patty, 'what is the ghost going to do, blow out the light?' I heard a scream; it was my sister, who, after turning on the bathroom light watched it blow out seconds after my comment to Pat.
The real awakening came to me a few weeks later, in a classic poltergeist stunt. I went downstairs to the place where the Victrola was and found a balancing act that was not from this world. A book had fallen (or taken) off the library shelf, and was precariously balanced on the victrola and a 15" oil lamp; the lamp was tilted and the book was tilted on the victrola holding the lamp about 25 degrees off the base. Oh, by the way, would you like to know the name of the soft-cover book? The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway.
I can tell you of the footsteps we all heard, the nightmares where I would see a little dot in my dreams (much like the old black and white TV sets when they were turned off). I would see the dot in my sleep and then become paralyzed with fear; I felt it was as if my body was being invaded. When I mentioned the dot to my sister, she said 'is it like the old TV?' She had seen that same dot in her dreams...
One day I came home to see my father ashen-faced. I said you look as though you've seen a ghost, to which he mentioned he heard footsteps upstairs. He called upstairs 'Betty?' and then remembered my mother was out shopping and no one else was home. I had just come in and found him a little shook.
I moved out in 1978 and the Victrola came with me; I can't tell you why I didn't get rid of it (don't really know myself), but I didn't.
I was a newly-wed and my late wife was a nurse doing a 3-11 shift and my sister came over. She was still talking about the ghost and how it follow her and would rap on the back seat of her car, especially when there was a young male in the car, as if it were jealous. That night when she was getting ready to go, I walked her to the car to say good-bye and from the street, I glanced at the window of my home. There was a shadowy figure silhouetted in the window, which moved sidewards at a HIGH rate of speed from the window's translucent drapes (old sheets, as we had moved in only weeks earlier, and we were still getting things as we were newly wed and po' : ) ) My sister saw my face, and turned around in time to witness the curtain moving as if a breeze were moving it, except that the windows were closed, and I knew the reason why they moved. The supernatural being that moved away moved so quickly it caused a movement of the curtains! At this time I was like Bert Lahr in the Wizard of Oz: I DO BELIEVE IN SPOOKS!
I didn't want to go back in the house alone, and my sister came in with me until my wife arrived around 11:30 PM. It was at this point I was thinking of parting with the Victrola!
Now for a little pre-history to this ghost. A friend, Kerry Malloy lived next door to Glen's family's home (remember Glen from the Marine Corps?) He said the dog would howl in terror at night in the basement, and that when he went into the basement, he would feel 'funny' as if he would see himself looking at himself from an out of body perspective. 'I never liked that thing!' he told me. Gee.
I spoke with Glen a few years later when he called on the telephone (he had moved to Alaska and is an artist.) I said to him, "Did you notice anything strange about that Victrola? He asked, 'What do you mean?' I asked 'Is it haunted?' to which he replied, 'How do YOU know?' (emphasis on you, because he knew too). His uncle was getting rid of this and I was the lucky recipient. He went on to tell me an older lady gave this to him. Her son, a blonde-haired boy, died at age 17 of an illness many years earlier...
The Victrola was put in my car, and I was fearful taking this to Gala Antiques in Port Jefferson, where I traded the Victrola for a non-working Edison phonograph, that wasn't haunted. The business closed several months later and the phonograph was sold at an auction in Huntington, Long Island. You will have to find the new owner to tell you more..."
Found here:
http://www.srtforums.com/forums/f41/gho ... ndex2.html
So, did anyone here purchase a VV210 at an auction in Huntington, Long Island in the mid-1970s?
Another one:
"One auction was for a Victrola 78 record. The seller claimed that they could hear it mysteriously playing on their Victrola by no mechanical means. Then no more than a day later, the same seller pulled the same thing again with another old Victrola 78. He/or, she was just trying to take somebody for their money and it was a pure hoax.
I came across another eBay auction in early 2005, where a seller living on the East coast in NY claimed that they had 'the real' deal in haunted antiques and offered a badly burnt Edison wax cylinder phonograph with a low starting bid. The seller also went onto say that the phonograph came with it's own 'possessed spirit' that the seller claimed wouldn't leave them alone and they wanted the phonograph out of their house immediately.
Out of curiosity, I watched the auction. I was interested in seeing how many people would bid, and how much, which was atonishing! The phonograph hit something like $300, or more before the auction had ended. And the thing wasn't working mechanically-wise.
With all the antiques I have in my collection (even my antique phonographs included), I can say that none of them have ever come with any spirits attatched. Now, it might give some people uneasy feelings when seeing so many old phonographs placed side by side in a small room."
Found here:
http://www.ghostvillage.com/ghostcommun ... opic=26013
Personally, I've never had any phono-related experiences (then again, all I have is a generic portable
), but I've seen some ghosts. I once saw, out of the corner of my eye, a figure shaped like a human dash through a cemetery in Leesburg during a ghost tour a few years back. Nothing movie-worthy or really scary. Just...odd 
