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From: bmurphy@minerva.cis.yale.edu (Brian C. Murphy)(writing from Brian Murphy's account)
We have a rocking chair that has been the centre of much activity over the 15 years since my grandfather has died. It was his favourite chair, and after his death we inherited it. First, a week after his death, my mother and father were sitting upstairs on the third floor of my grandparents' house, having a conversation with my grandmother. My father was sitting in the rocking chair. Suddenly, my father went to sleep in the middle of talking to my mother and grandmother. They attributed it to extreme stress and exhaustion from my grandfather's death. About five minutes later, they heard the front door open. They heard my father (who was still upstairs, mind you) on the first floor say from the first floor, "Hello, Harold. how was your day?" to my late grandfather (whose name was Harold), and then heard my dead grandfather reply, "Fine George." Then they heard my grandfather go into the kitchen. My father immediately woke up. My grandmother said, " DON"T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!" My father understood immediately.
Then, about five years later, when I was 12, I was on the back porch of my house (to which the chair had been moved), when I felt something strange going on-- I couldn't place it, but I knew something was dreadfully not right. I turned around, and the rocking chair was rocking furiously back and forth, although there was no wind. I ran inside, and woke my mom up. She *knew* it was my grandpa. This happened frequently for the next five years, until we moved.
In the meantime, I spotted my beloved childhood pet, Fudge (a cat), a number of times on that chair, years after she passed, even after the furious rocking stopped. She had loved that chair in life, as well.
All of this activity stopped as soon as we moved to our present house this past August. No rocking, no projections, no cats. All, for once, seems to be well. Still, I make a point of pointing out our "haunted chair" to visitors.
--Meagan Ortega
meagano@minerva.cis.yale.edu