The Chair

It's been awhile since I've had to submit a story for this page, but recently things have been happening in my family's lives.

Now, in other posts I've talked about how I've been haunted in the past, and you'd think by now I'd be used to it, until my grandmother decides to go to a garage sale that had spiritual bad news written all over it.

Well it's been a few years so some things have changed. For one, my wife and I now own a house in town, and we added a dog into our family, a German Shepherd / Rottweiler mix who is insanely large. For future references in this story, I'll refer to her as Hannah. My son is also older, just graduating from 1st grade, but we had a bad tragedy happen when we lost our daughter 2 years ago as a stillbirth from genetic abnormalities. Because of that incident I had lost my pagan faith, but my wife still kept hers.

Now that we have the small backstory out of the way, let's dive into the incident. Around 9 months ago, my grandmother (the same with the demonically haunted house from my previous stories) buys some hideous chair that looked like it was from the early 1900's. Of course my grandmother has NO psychic awareness, and decides it'd be an awesome idea to bring it and put it in her real estate office. My mother (who has probably 5x the psychic awareness I have) works at the real estate office as well, and immediately upon seeing it demanded it be taken out. Her words were it was creepy and "not right", so my grandmother looked for a solution.

Queue the wife, who falls in love with the chair and secretly has it brought to the house by my grandpa. I have no idea this thing is there, and was at work when it was brought over. I get home later and don't even notice this chair in the corner of our house. I literally was oblivious to it being there all day. The wife goes to bed and so does our son as he had school the next day.

It's about midnight and I'm laying on the couch watching anime on Hulu with Hannah laying on the floor in front of me. Suddenly I feel really uneasy, and Hannah must've as well as her face darted over to the chair, and it was at this moment I finally noticed this thing sitting in the corner. The only way I can describe how I felt after seeing this was like a mouse being cornered. Nothing happened but I knew something was there, my senses told me something was sitting there.

St this point I decide I'm not staying downstairs, so I get up and throw the bread sticks I was eating earlier into the trash in the kitchen. I take Hannah outside to have her go to the bathroom before bed. We head upstairs and she crawls onto her bed next to ours.

We lay for about 15 minutes and she starts pacing around the room panting. My wife tells me to take her back outside, so we walk down the stairs, and in the living room are those bread sticks I threw away. They were just laying in the middle of the floor. Hannah and I just stared at them, and she never once tried to eat them. I picked them up and threw them away in the kitchen again.

We go out the front door this time, and she just paces around the yard. She then starts growling at the living room window, and inside we see a man standing there and we run inside, and when we go into the living room the person is gone. Laying on the floor are those bread sticks again. We attempt to sleep and I leave the bread sticks on the floor. Hannah slept in our bed, afraid to lay in her own.

The next morning, Hannah and I go downstairs before my wife and son wake up, the bread sticks are gone, and the chair is flipped upside down in the middle of the kitchen (2 rooms over from the living room). I set it back to where it originally set, and when my wife woke up I told her what had happened and that we should get rid of the chair. For some reason my wife got viciously mad and yelled that it was beautiful and there's nothing wrong with it. This was very odd, because my wife is just as, if not more, spiritually aware than I am.

A few weeks go by and nothing too unusual happens. Then we have another weird night, this time loud banging and footsteps around our stairs, enough that it woke my wife up, but she didn't seem interested and would blow off any attempt at investigating what in the world was going on. This is the same wife that dealt with seeing ghosts hanging at our former apartment and pounding from the basement.

Finally I couldn't take it, and while at a pagan shop in Huron, OH I secretly bought some black salt and holy water. I found a rudimentary banishing spell online and performed it while she was at work.

So far it seems to have died down, but I don't have faith anymore so it has me worried that what I did won't last long. The chair is still in our living room, guess I'll just have to wait and see.