It all started when I was about 3 years old. I used to tell my Mummy that I could hear someone rocking back and fortth downstairs in the rocking chair. She would pretend to listen and tell me that it is just my imagination. Then one night The rocking became so loud it woke me up. I started to panic. It sounded as if the rocking chair was coming up the stairs. I quickly darted across my room and into the stairway. The night's moon shone on me, and made me shutter. There was nothing on the stairs. The noise seemed to grow louder, and for an instant I could hear someone calling my name. Something drew me down the stairs and into the living room where the rocking chair was. As i peeked into the room I saw the rocking chair rocking back and forth quickly. Then I heard a voice beconing to me. Begging me to come and sit on the chair, me being a little child, made a run for my room, but something stopped me dead in my tracks. I found myself in the morning on the rocking chair, curled up in a ball. From the moment on I never heard the rocking again.
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