The Rocking Chair

Prequel to The Rocking Chair's Legend

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Somewhere in a small town, a group of campers were on a trip deep into the Keeney Woods. It was supposed to be a perfect night, a night of scary stories by the fire, and smores that would melt in your mouth. But, that's not exactly how it turned out.

"Now children," said the camp counselor in a deep booming voice. "Gather around the campfire, time for some horror stories." As the children gathered, the light from the fire flickered on their youthful faces. Giggles and whispers would ripple through the small crowd of campers. "There is a legend...The Legend of the Rocking Chair..." It seemed as if the air got colder, the fire didn't seem to help. The dark trees branches sillouettes of bony hands, fog layered the ground like a soft blanket. the children went quiet, and it seemed even the crickets were listening in. The fire crackled.

"Every night in these very woods, a rocking chair will appear. No one knows who the rocking chair belongs to, or why it's there. It just is... According to legend, if one was to sit in the chair all night, they would vanish... Some say they go to another dimension, others say they're kidnapped by a creature. But no one knows for sure..." A tree branch cracks and startles many of the campers.

"That's a stupid story." Says a camper. The other campers giggle at his smart remark.

The counsler looks at him and smirks "Now Jimmy, if it's so stupid, then try explaining that." The counselor points to the top of the hill, and barely visible by the light of the moon, there was an old creaky rocking chair, rocking back and forth...back and forth....

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