My best friend was expecting her first child in four months. One evening, she invited me over for dinner, and I hadn't seen her new place yet, so I went.
It was a cute little two bedroom, and the baby furniture she had picked was a collection of antiques from all over. The dark cherry wood was polished to a high sheen, and she was very proud of her choices.
The Antique Rocker was a gift from her mother. Her mother had found it at an estate sale. The person, who owned the rocker, had passed away a year earlier, and her adult children didn't want to keep it. Robbie wasn't a believer in things being haunted, so she happily accepted the gift.
It sat in a corner of the living room, its ornate carved surface, made it the center piece of the room. She ran over and sat in it, explaining how she would rock her new baby, and look out the big window. Her living room window was facing a beautiful canyon, and this was the perfect spot for the rocker.
We were distracted by the timer that told us the meal was ready, and we went into the kitchen to prepare our plates. I think we were gone around 10 minutes, and when we re-entered the living room, crossing the room to go to the small dining room, we noticed the rocker was in motion. We placed our plates on the small dining room table, and re-entered the living room.
When we got back out there, the chair wasn't rocking any longer. Thinking it might be caused by the living room window, Robbie checked it, but found it to be closed and locked tight. We stood there, trying to figure out how that big, heavy rocker could move... Without some type of rational explanation. We laughed it off as coincidence, until the hairs started to rise on my arms and neck.
Uh-oh...I didn't want to freak out Robbie, but I could see a tiny elderly woman, starting to appear in the chair. She smiled at me, and she leaned forward, pushing off with legs hidden beneath a long skirt.
The Rocking chair started to move back and forth, and Robbie said,
She knows me very well, and as soon as she looked into my eyes, she knew I was watching someone... In HER NEW CHAIR! I opened my mouth to explain, but Robbie let out a yell, and ran to the front door, hollering the whole way. She ripped open the door, and ran to the front of her complex.
By the time I caught up, Robbie was crying. I tried to calm her down and tell her it was just a little old lady, probably THE little old lady who had enjoyed the chair in life, but she didn't want to hear it.
Robbie begged me to call her mother to come get the chair. Long story short... The chair was removed, and Robbie bought a brand new rocker... We never talked about it again.
Some people can't handle a harmless haunting, am I right?