Keeping cool

The wind roared out side the night was very dark, that's when I
first heard the creek behind me, a cold shiver run down my spine I was
too scared to look round, because I know chairs don't move on their
own.

But this one was, that old rocking chair of my Grandmothers's was
rocking back and forth, with every creeking rock it seemed to get
closer to my chair, GOD I had my back to it, I could not move I was
frozen with fear, My hands were gripping the sides of my chair I was
pushing as hard as I could to get away from the demon rocking chair
behind me. At last I broke free and turned to face my maker and there
it was that dam CAT having a wash and scratch, Sheeessshhh

by muzzy starr.