ROCKING CHAIR

The rhythmic creak of the rocking chair draws your attention, and as you turn to look it comes quickly to a standstill. Certainly, just moments before, it had been moving on its own volition. Though the wood of the chair looks rotten with age, you still have to fight off the urge to sit down and give up, to just hand yourself over to the house and the dark presence running amok within it. You shake away the idea, and as you turn and walk away the rhythmic creak tauntingly begins yet again.