Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Haunted Rocking Chair. // Jen J.

In honor of Halloween, I thought I'd share a spooky tale from my childhood.  I caveat the start of this story by stating that I'm relying on my on parents memory to explain the back story. 

My Dad's sister Marge married a guy named Jim.  So I guess that would have once made him my Uncle Jim.  I say once, because they were married and divorced before I was born.  Sometime after my Aunt Marge and Jim divorced, he was shot and killed by his best friend after getting in an argument. 

Now enter my memory of the story, at the time this happened I was nine years old.  The first house I ever lived in had a big yard with a barn.  The barn had pull down stairs that led to an attic.  In the attic, there was a very old wooden rocking chair. As the story goes, the rocking chair came to my grandmother via Jim (her ex-son-in-law), who had stolen the chair from an old abandon house in Northern Michigan.  We received the chair after my grandmother moved from her house to a smaller apartment.  How my grandmother got the chair, I don't know.

I was always freaked out by the chair when I went up in the barn's attic.  After all, it was taken from an old abandoned house by my murdered Uncle.  I remember  bolting out of the barn on several occasions after getting spooked by it.  I swear the chair rocked sometimes, completely on it's own.

The year was 1989 and my family was building a new house just a mile up the road.  In order to prepare for the move we held a moving sale.  By this point, my parents had been storing the chair for years, my Uncle was dead, and my Grandma didn't want the chair back so they set it out in the moving sale.  I remember someone offering to buy the chair, but my mom thought the person was low-balling her, so she decided not to sell it.  After all, he wooden rocking chair was carved with an intricate design and was obviously an antique.  My mom not selling the chair meant we were taking it with us.

My mom and dad moved ourselves to our new house by shuffling furniture and household goods back and forth in my dad's trailer (pretty much everyone in Michigan has a trailer).  Now this trailer (which he still has) is enclosed with four walls about three feet high so things were pretty secure for a mile ride down the road.....or so they thought.

My parents had the rocking chair loaded up with several items and were driving to the new house when they heard a big smash.  My dad pulled over to the side of the road and wouldn't you know it, the rocking chair somehow flew out of the trailer and broke into several pieces.  I am telling you, there was no logical explanation as to how this rocking chair ended up on the road.  Mind you, the rocking chair was heavy, my parents were driving slow, and I would like to reiterate that the trailer had four walls.  My parents gathered up the broken pieces threw them in the trailer and continued down the road.  All the while, my mom was thinking....I should have sold that damn thing. 

Our new house was out in the country and my dad did most of the construction on it.  To get rid of the scrap wood, cardboard and other construction bi-products we'd have bonfires in our then dirt yard.  Since the rocking chair was nothing more than scrap we tossed it in the fire.  But as soon as the pieces were thrown in, they jumped out of the fire.  My dad tossed them back in and they would not burn!  Spooky, spooky - I swear!

Since the pieces of the rocking chair would not burn, my dad took them and buried them in the yard.  The next spring my dad planted a birch tree near the buried scraps and pretty soon after it was planted the tree died.  To this day, nothing will grow in that spot where the broken rocking chair remains.

I'm not saying this story is the result of something beyond this world but the events I tell really happened.  After all, would I lie to you?  Anyone else have anything weird and spooky happen to them?  I'd love to read about it in the comments.

Happy Halloween!






7 comments:

  1. Creepy!! My ex-stepmom's grandmother was a very angry and mean person when she was alive, and died in the 2 story large family home where she lived with my stepmom's family. She haunted the house and was seen on several occasions.. one being almost succeeding to push my stepmom down the stairs as a teenager.. needless to say they ended up moving and someone in the family purposely burnt the house down.

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    1. Burning down the house is pretty drastic! Must have been pretty spooky. ~ Jen J.

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  2. When I was little, we had a ouija board and used it to call on a spirit one day in our building's laundry room. She told us her name and when my friend asked how she died, all the washers and dryers started to rattle! We ran out of there screaming our heads off and my friend almost got her a$$ kicked!

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    1. Ouija boards are the scariest!! Thanks for sharing! ~ Jen J.

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  3. We lived in an old farm house out in the middle of the country...literall over 100 years old complete with a water sistern in the basement. You always felt like you were being watched and we numerously heard footsteps upstairs when everyone was downstairs. One night my mom went out and left me and my two brothers and sister home alone. We ate supper, cleaned up, shut the lights off, locked the doors, and then went to bed. My brothers slept in one room and my sister and I shared another room. It was alittle past midnight and my brother came rushing in our room and said the our dog Mariah jumped up on his bed and started growling. He was soo scared. So me being the oldest of the four of us went to his room grabbed my other brother and told the dog to come with me. We were all squished in our room with the door shut. Once the door was shut we heard noises coming from downstairs. It sounded like an old saloon, complete with the old time piano playing in the background and sounds of poker chips being moved around and garbeled voices. This went on for about 10 min but felt like hours. Then it started to get even more creepy...the dog started barking and we heard footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hallway. We were all up and freaking out. I again being the oldest decided I needed to protect my siblings. I grabbed the bat that we had in our room and peeked out into the hallway and.....................................................................................................................scared the crap out of my mom that had just came home! She asked why we were all in the same room and why all the lights were on downstairs and why we had the dinning room chairs scattered about. We told her we didn't do that and what we heard. Till this day we still all remember that night. Although I know the mind can play tricks on you I think it's hard to imagine it playing tricks on 4 people at the same time. We all remember all the little details of that night. I've done research on the area we lived in and it turns out according to ghost researchers it is very high for parinormal activity....ahhhhhh.....Happy Halloween!!

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    1. I loved reading your story!!! Thanks for sharing and agreed - just like my rocking chair story - it makes it more interesting when there were people with you who also witnessed it. ~ Jen J.

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  4. I dont exactly believe in ghosts etc....but when I was a teenager I worked as a dishwasher at a local ski club. It was a creaky old 4 story house built in the 1800's. Dirt basement, with three stories above. Back servant staircase, parlor, curved wooden staircase, really old & classy. It burned down at one point and they rebuilt it. Anyways, flatlanders would drive to VT for the weekend, stay at the ski club, ski, drink etc, and then go back to NY/NJ on Sunday morning.

    Well, the old guy who did maintance for this house told me that there was a boy buried in the basement. Im pretty skeptical, but he brought me down stairs and showed me, and lo & behold there was a flat grave stone in the dirt basement floor. After that, any time I was there alone, that basement door was LOCKED! I was taking no chances....

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