The Rocking Chair With A Life Of Its Own. Haunted ghost experience

I was living in a very old brick home in England at the time this experience happened.

The house was built in the 18th century. It was a two storey home, with a ground floor central hall way and there were smaller rooms that ran off that. There was a stairway in the hallway that lead to the second storey where two bedrooms were located.

One of the rooms downstairs was quite small but it contained a fireplace and an antique rocking chair. I bought that chair at auction in a nearby town. It had a split in the seat that ran from the front of the chair to about halfway up the seat. That split did not reach the bottom of the seat. When weight was placed on the chair it rocked and it creaked. If no weight was on the chair seat, it did not squeak at all.

One evening, about two days after bringing the chair home, I was awakened by the muffled sound of the chair making a noise (the door to that room was closed). I walked downstairs, quite puzzled and wondering who would be seated on the chair.

As I stood by the door, still in the hallway, it did cross my mind that I had a burglar in the house. I finally summonsed enough courage to open the door quickly and jumped back out of the way. What I saw was the chair cease its rocking movement in a darkened room.

I turned on the light and looked around and, of course, there was nothing unusual there. The chair was still. I pushed it with my hand and it was silent as I rocked it. I then sat down on the chair and rocked it a few times. As expected, the creaking noise started with my weight on it.

I sat there wondering what could possibly have caused the noise I heard and then I decided to go back upstairs to my wife and bed.

As I left the room and closed the door, the rocking chair started to creak again. I opened the door as fast as I could and caught the chair, once more, slowing down its movement to a standstill. Now, the goose bumps and fear really hit me.

I stood in that doorway with the door open. My wife called down from the top of the stairs wanting to know what I am doing. I told her what was going on and she came halfway down the stairs to take a peek into the room with me. I decided to leave the door open and assured her all would be well. I wish I could say that I believed what I was telling her.

As I walked behind her and reached the top of the stairs, the rocking chair started again and the creaking was much louder, as the door was open. I literally fell down the stairs and picked myself up to watch it rocking before my eyes. It made no effort to stop this time and continued for about an hour.

I never left the doorway. I never saw a ghost or spirit but this continued for about a month until I took the chair and tossed it on the local dump. I

couldn't take it anymore!