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OK.. I have been enjoying all of your neat stories for months now, so
it is high time I throw one out myself. This one is actually
second-hand. Hope no one minds :).
I was around 14 and was intrigued by scary stories. My father had
seen me reading a book of ghost stories, so one day at dinner he told
me this...
A woman he works with had just recently moved into a new home
after having many problems in its purchase. The house was previously
owned by an elderly woman who had put the house on the market one prior
time. My father's coworker had expressed interest then, and the deal
had been negotiated with one very odd stipulation... that a large, old
tree in the yard would not be cut down nor removed. It was, the old
woman said, very important to her departed husband. She agreed to the
stipulation, but nevertheless, the old woman pulled out of the deal.
Months went by and my father's coworker never found as nice a
place as that home. It so happened that the woman soon passed on and
the house was on the market... this time I suppose, by her estate. My
father's coworker quickly put in a reasonable bid and obtained the
home. The thing was is that after living there a while, she wanted to
have a guest bedroom added on, and the most practical and asthetic
place to add it was - you guessed it - on the exact spot as that old
tree. She rightfully thought that since the deal had actually fallen
through the first time, that she was not under any promises to the old
woman to keep that tree, so the guest bedroom was built at its expense.
Shortly after completion, the strange events began to occur. She
would periodically go into the room to check on its order and every
time would find the bedspread turned down as if waiting for someone to
sleep there. She would always tuck it back in, but it would never
remain. Undaunted, she still had guests over. The one story related
to me was when she had I think it was her brother and his wife over for
a few days. They got the guest room. In the middle of the evening her
brother was rattled awake and groggily turned to his wife and told her
to quit moving the bed. When she professed her innocence, they both
came wide awake and realized that the bottom of the bed was a couple
feet off the ground and shaking rather vigorously.
The only other story I remember being related about this room was
when she had guests for the day over (i guess she learned her lesson
with overnights). These guests included a small boy around the age of
four. Since she had never had any serious problems with the room,
especially during the daytime, she had no qualms about leaving the door
open. Apparently the child wandered in the room, and was playing by
himself when they heard him begin to cry. Rushing into the room, they
saw the child crying hard as he ran into his mother's arms. The mother
asked him whatever was he crying about. The only thing that he would
say was "I don't like this room. That chair moves around all by
itself." After that my father said that his coworker was freaked out
enough to lock door and stop using the room. He offered to get my
sister and I a chance to stay the night there, but after that story,
I'm afraid I chickened out. Well, that's it for this one. If you like
it, I have one or two more.....
Todd
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