The Rocking Chair Woman

But I never told her the worst part.. went to that cabin in the Smoky Mountains. My parents thought it would be the

perfect getaway, just us and my little sister Emma. The cabin was old, way older than the

listing showed, and it smelled like mildew and something else I couldn't place.

On our second night, Emma woke me up crying. She said the lady in the rocking chair

was scaring her. I told her she was dreaming, but then I heard it.

The slow creak of wood against wood coming from downstairs. My parents were asleep,

and we didn't have a rocking chair. I crept to the staircase and looked down. In the moonlight,

I saw her. An old woman in a nightgown, rocking slowly, staring directly