When this Chair’s a’Rockin’

Creepy, Spooky, Unexplained by tubspiders

My husband could see Abigail. I couldn’t, but I knew when she was around. I could feel it. When that rocking chair by the fireplace started rocking on its own, we both knew it wasn’t her.

-Jennifer, as told to ts

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