- Note: This is a prequel to The Rocking Chair's Legend
Somewhere in a small town, a group of campers were on a trip deep into the Keeney Woods. It was supposed to be a perfect night, a night of scary stories by the fire, and smores that would melt in your mouth. But, that's not exactly how it turned out.
"Now children," said the camp counselor in a deep, booming voice. "Gather around the campfire, it's time for some horror stories." As the children gathered, the light from the fire flickered on their youthful faces. Giggles and whispers rippled through the small crowd of campers.
"There is a legend...The Legend of the Rocking Chair..." It seemed as if the air got colder. The fire didn't seem to help. Suddenly, the dark trees branches transformed into silhouettes of bony hands, and fog layered the ground like a soft blanket. The children went quiet, and it seemed even the crickets were listening in. The fire crackled.
"Every night in these very woods, a rocking chair will appear. No one knows who the rocking chair belongs to, or why it's there. It just is... According to legend, if one was to sit in the chair all night, they would vanish... Some say they go to another dimension, others say they're kidnapped by a creature. But no one knows for sure..." A tree branch cracked and startled many of the campers.
"That's a stupid story," said a camper. The other campers giggled at his smart remark.
The counselor looked at him and smirked, "Now Jimmy, if it's so stupid, then try explaining that." The counselor points to the top of the hill, and barely visible by the light of the moon, there was an old creaky rocking chair, rocking back and forth... back and forth...
Jimmy went up the hill. He saw the rocking chair, and laughed.
"It's just a prop!" he said.
He sat on it. Some of the campers giggled a bit. It was time to go back to the cabins, but Jimmy stayed there. At about 3:44 AM, we heard screaming. We went out, and saw no one on the rocking chair on the hill.
"Jimmy!" the counselor yelled.