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"The Rocking Chair"
copyright: Lady Paje
I am going to tell you the story of what happened
to me one lonely night that I spent in my
cabin in the woods....
The late October night was cold and very quiet.
The full moon rested high above in the dark sky.
The woods outside of my cabin had an eerry glow.
As I lay in bed, trying to fall asleep, I kept fighting off
the urge to open my eyes and look out the window.
Whatever lived in those deep woods might be
glancing at me right now.
The thought of it, made a cold chill go down my spine.
"Wait for me at the cabin honey, I will be there before nighfall",
my husband had promised me before I left Jersey and headed for
Upstate New York.
"You have to be there before it gets dark out", I said. "You know how scary
it gets out there, alone in those woods", I told him with a shaky voice.
I knew it was a bad idea to leave before him,
but he insisted on finishing up at the office before he left.
Maybe this was all my fault. Maybe I depend way too much on this man.
We've been married for seven years and he always takes care of me.
I believe every word that comes out of his mouth, every promise he makes
is like gold to me. But he's only human, he can't help if he got stuck
late at the office. After all, he did call me to tell me he'd
be here as soon as he could. "I am really sorry babe", he told me
in that caring voice of his, full of concern for me.
But that was over an hour ago, and now it is after midnight, and
here I am on a Friday night, lying in this king sized bed, all alone, in the cabin
I bought us after I won the lottery last year.
This is supposed to be our weekend getaway from the kids and from work.
I was lucky enough to find a babysitter for the both of them.
I am supposed to be relaxing and enjoying my hubby's company.
Let me tell you about the cabin.
I bought it from a little old lady whose husband left her the cabin
after he passed away.
She said she didn't have much use for it anymore,
since she moved to Florida to live with her daughter.
The cozy little cabin is located on a lone gravel road, about 10 miles from the nearest
grocery store. I stopped by that Shoprite to pick up a few things for us to eat during our three day weekend.
The cabin is like a home away from home.
Even so, when I arrived here this afternoon,
I had a strange feeling that someone or something was watching me.
As I drove up the long, lonely road, I looked toward the woods.
There's woods all around, the little cabin is situated right smack in the middle
of it. It kind of reminds me of the little house in the childrens tale,
"Little Red Riding Hood". Wasn't there a hungry wolf in that story?
Well, anyways, that's one of the reasons I chose to buy this cabin.
It is far away from all the hustle and bustle of our busy lives.
We brought the kids here before, both of them loved it.
There's plenty of room out back for them to run around and play.
There's a long and empty field with one large tree in the
middle, we hung a swing from one of the thick branches and
the kids love to play on it.
I always tell them not to go further than the tree.
Past the tree, there's about 50 feet of grass, then the woods begin again.
The cabin itself is even nicer on the inside.
Downstairs there's a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room with a couch
and loveseat, and upstairs we have the two bedrooms.
And of course we have the porch, complete with a wooden rocking chair.
I furnished the place myself, except for that rocking chair.
The little old lady who I bought the place from said that that
rocker was here even before she and her husband bought the cabin
some 20 odd years ago. It's an antique.
Well, lying in my bed that night, trying to fall asleep,
silently cursing my husband, thats when I heard it.
"Creak, creak, creak"... I heard that soft and slow rocking.
My heart jumped instantly, and I got this horrid feeling right in the pit
of my stomach.
My heart was beating so fast that I swear I could hear it out loud.
I sat up right away, turned on the night light that was
on the wooden dresser next to the bed, and grabbed my cell phone
which I conveniently placed under my pillow.
The creaking stopped. You have no idea how scared I was at that moment.
All I knew was that I was all alone out in that little cabin.
If I tried to run outta here, I had to go down the stairs,
turn on the lights down there, get my purse, find my keys,
run to the car and speed out of here down that long deserted road.
Either that, or go and run into those deep, dark woods. Yeah right!
Dammit, I knew should have asked that little old lady
if the cabin was built on any gravestones. Heaven forbid.
I got up from the bed and tiptoed to the window.
I had the night light on though, so if any one was outside, they could see me
at the window. I looked out and saw my own reflection in the window at first.
Can I not scare myself at a time like this?!
I looked out and all I could see was darkness. Woods and darkness.
I could hear some noises coming from the wilderness.
Okay, I thought, that slow rocking noise must have just been an owl.
Just an owl, I convinced myself as I gripped onto my cellphone tightly.
I turned away from the window and walked toward the bed, and thats when I heard it again.
"Creak, creak, creak"...it was definitely coming from outside...from the rocking chair!
Ruling out the possibility that owls use rocking chairs, I quickly dialed
my husbands work number on my Nokia.
It rang around six times when I realized he wasn't there.
Well, at least he's on his way I thought.
I tried dialing his cell number but his battery must be low because
I couldn't get through. At least the rocking stopped now.
I jumped into bed, it seemed the safest place to be in this cabin.
The little hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up,
when I heard the rocking again.
It wasn't even windy out, how could that rocking chair be moving?!
Now I was getting mad. First thing tommorrow morning,
I am gonna give that rocking chair a piece of my mind!
There it was again...the slow rocking...now I started to pray.
I began to imagine a rotting corpse sitting in that old,
abandoned chair. Rocking back and forth.
I checked the time on my phone and it was already 2:15 am.
The creaking stopped now....it stopped for a whole 15 minutes.
So I turned off the night light. There I lay, alone in bed waiting for my
husband, dreading that rocking noise. But it never started up again.
And low and behold at 3:00 am, I heard my hubby's Mazda drive up the road!
I jumped out of bed, turned on all the lights as I ran downstairs in a rush.
I opened the front door and ran out to the car. I did not even look towards the
He parked, and before he even had a chance to get out of the car,
I was already yelling at him for being so late. As he opened
the car door, and got out he told me to relax and that he was sorry.
He was holding a single rose.
"You wasted even more time buying that rose!!!", I cried.
"I have been hiding upstairs in bed, scared to death!"
Then I put my arms around him. I could not believe how relieved I was to see him.
I told him all about the creaking noise.
We walked toward the front potch of the cabin, and he checked
out the old rocker. He even had the nerve to sit down in it!
"There's nothing wrong with it honey", he tried
to convince me. "It must have been the wind".
But I knew better.
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