ghost in the rocking chair a true ghost story.. i am now 55 years old, this happened 35 years ago....
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I am now 55 years old, this happened 35 years ago. My husband and I
were living in Monroe where he was going to school to be a pharmacist. I was
working for a local bank. We bought a small trailer and moved into a trailer park.
Our families gave us some old furniture to help us get started. My Mother-in-law
gave us an old rocker which we had to stain and recover.
Approximately one year prior to my husband graduating, I became
pregnant with my first child. After seven months into my pregnancy I was laid off.
My husband had to continue his schooling; as well as work 4 to 5 hours at night to
make ends meet. In my last month of pregnancy I was sitting in my living room
around 10:00 p.m. on the sofa watching television with the lights turned off. All of a
sudden my old rocker started rocking on it's on, a slow steady rock. My heart
started pounding and I could not believe what I was seeing. I was terrified!
I went to my next door neighbors and told her that I couldn't sleep and was waiting for my husband to come home. I did not want to tell her what I had just seen. When my husband came home he would not believe me and said it was because the rocker was sitting over the air condition vent. Now, this rocker was very heavy and I did not believe that one little vent could have made the rocker rock. My husband moved the rocker away from the vent.
My husband continue to work late and two or three times a week, the
rocker would rock. Again, it was only late at night and when I was alone.
I made every excuse to my neighbors that I could, just to visit until he
came home. My husband was really getting tired of hearing me and said
it was probably stress over my pregnancy and being laid off.
Well, it continue on until my child was a year old. It was not an every
day thing and as she got older (walking stage) it ceased all together. By
this time we had moved to another town in south Louisiana where he
found a job as a Pharmacist. We moved the trailer with us and again
moved into a trailer park.
When my daughter was two years old, I became pregnant again. In the
meantime we were building a large home and I was busy buying furniture and
appliances for the house. Again, I was in my 8 month of pregnancy at this time.
My husband's boss had a daughter who at the time was 10 years old and she
adored my daughter. One weekend she wanted to spend the night and she
slept on the couch. At 1:00 a.m. she came to our bedroom crying that she
wanted to go home and would not tell us why. My husband called his boss and
brought her home. The next day, I visited her mother to see what the problem
was and her mother said that she thought she had seen my rocker rocking and
it had scared her half to death. I just told her, well she was probably just
dreaming.
My second child was a boy, and the whole thing started all over again. Always,
when my children were sleeping and my husband wasn't home. He was attending many
meetings and was getting home fairly late several times a month. No matter what I did or
what I said he would not believe me. He swore up and down not for me to tell a soul and I
never have up until the last several years. The rocking again finally stopped after my son
started walking.
In the meantime, we moved into our home, which had four bedrooms. I had
bought all new furniture and did not want the rocker. My husband said that we would put it
in the guest bedroom until we saw his mother and ask her what she wanted to do with it. I
left the rocker in the guest bedroom and only went in there when I had to vacuum. I became
pregnant with my third child and I kept the door shut and would never, never go in the room.
Sometimes late at night when my husband was not home, I would pass
down the hallway and I could hear it creaking and creaking. One time I
swore I heard a low voice signing. But I never went in that room the entire
time I was pregnant nor after I had my last child which was another girl.
Several months had passed after I gave birth and my husband called and
said that two neighbors were coming to pick up the rocker. He said that he
was donating the rocker to them so that they could use it at Christmas time
for the local Santa Claus to sit in to talk to the children. Two of the
neighbors came to my house and I showed them where the rocker was.
They commented on how heavy it was and it took both of them to lift the
rocker into the bed of the truck.
The rest of this story is what the neighbors told my husband and
me as well: One of them was driving and the other one was sitting in the
passenger seat. The passenger saw something out of the corner of his eye
and immediately turned around and said "Oh My God!" The driver looked
in the rearview mirror. Both men said with their voices cracking, “I have
never in my life seen anything like this before!” They were traveling about
30 miles an hour down some back roads and they said the chair just kind
of floated up in the air - a little higher then the top of the bed and then
flew out onto the side of the highway! The driver pulled over and they both
were in total shock. They picked up the pieces of the rocker and went to
the pharmacy where my husband was working.
My husband thought they were joking and thought
I had told them what had been happening all these years
and they both said, “No, she never told us anything”. Well
my husband would not elaborate on the subject and my
neighbors returned to my house to get my side of the story.
I told them everything that had happened and I could not
believe that two adults had actually finally seen something
and I was not just seeing things.
A month or so had passed and I was at my mother-in-law's house
when I told her that we had donated the rocker to the Jaycees to use
for Santa Claus to sit in to speak to the children. But before I could
tell here that the rocker (had fell out the truck) I couldn't tell her
what really happened. She said, oh that it is wonderful, Aunt Rose,
would have loved that, you see Aunt Rose had 6 children and 13
grandchildren. She rocked every one of her children and
grandchildren in that rocker. In fact, one of her children found her
dead one morning in the rocker. She had passed away one night and
stayed in her rocker until someone had found her.