Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

There’s an old farmhouse in Ohio that contains a sad yet scary story. This home was picture perfect, a perfect little two story home, way back of the road with a lot of acreage and a barn and sheds.

After moving into the home I realized something wasn’t quite right, not horrifying, just a weird feeling. After a few weeks one night when sleeping and was awoken by this creaking noise so I got up to see what it was. I figured naturally it was just the house, but after following the noise it led me to an upstairs bedroom that wasn’t in use yet. Upon opening the door I discovered it was the rocking chair that had been left behind by the previous owners. It was rocking, not as if the wind was blowing it, but as if someone was sitting in it and rocking it. I moved it against the wall to keep it from moving and went back to bed.

All went well ’til the next night when the same thing happens again. I woke up, heard the noise and followed to investigate. Once again it was the chair, somehow it was in it’s original position in the room and once again rocking on its own. Only this time there was a big red stain on the wooden floor below it. I had never noticed it before, was it always there or only now appeared? Once again I put the chair against the wall, being careful not to step in the red area because it gave me the creeps, and went to bed.

The next day after finishing my daily chores I went upstairs to clean the red area. I scrubbed with every cleaner known to man, finally ridding myself of the horrible stain and feeling victorious. That night I went to bed feeling exhausted and fell quickly asleep. Not too long after it seemed I was awoken by the same irritating sound, that stupid chair. Once again I found myself staring at the chair in the middle of the room by the window rocking by itself. Not only was the chair not where I left it, but the red stain was back. I thought for a minute, am I still sleeping, or is my fiancée playing a really dirty trick? I then once again put the chair against the wall and decided that tomorrow I would fix this annoying problem for good and went back to bed, where he was sleeping soundly.

Upon awaking I already had my plan so I finished my daily chores and headed upstairs. After ridding myself of the horrible stain I put the chair back in the middle of the room in front of the window. I then grabbed my hammer and nails and nailed the sucker into the floor, thinking take that, with that I finished the rest of my day feeling once more victorious.

That night I went to bed sure I would get a full nights sleep, I was wrong. Once again I was awoken by the sound of the chair and angry I went to investigate. The chair was still nailed in the floor not moving but the creaking was still here as was the red stain. Truly scared I went back to bed.

The next day I broke down to my fiancée telling him the story, of course he thought I was over reacting. Defeated I gave up and tried to ignore it. After three weeks of sleepless nights I thought I was crazy, so I decided to get out of the house and went to introduce myself to the neighbors. After the regular social call the discussion of the previous owners arose. It was a couple in their thirties, childless, and into money problems for no known reason. The husband, after trying all means of saving the farm, came to the decision that death offered a better option. He hung himself on the loft of the barn in front of the house, the wife discovering him shortly. For weeks after his death she would sit in that chair, rocking and staring out the window toward the loft. This went on for awhile till she finally took her own life there in that chair with a gun.

I went home, shocked from what I heard and connecting it with my experiences, but relived to know I wasn’t crazy. We lived there for long time after that, and when I heard the chair a night I wasn’t scared any more, but saddened thinking of the poor soul that chair rocking night after night.

Sent in by Tabitha Simmons, Copyright 2010