Bonnie's Chair

Bonnie had always been a collector of oddities, but her latest acquisition was perhaps her strangest yet. It was an antique rocking chair, crafted from dark oak and intricately carved with symbols she couldn't quite place. The chair had been advertised as haunted, and Bonnie couldn't resist the lure of a good ghost story.

She brought the chair home and placed it in her living room, where it quickly became the centerpiece of the space. Friends and family would come over and sit in the chair, remarking on how comfortable it was, but Bonnie always felt a strange energy emanating from it.

One night, Bonnie was sitting in her living room, reading a book, when she heard a creaking sound. She looked up to see the chair rocking back and forth, as if someone was sitting in it. She was startled but also intrigued, wondering if the chair was indeed haunted.

The next few days were filled with similar incidents. Bonnie would hear the creaking of the chair, and sometimes she would even catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure sitting in it. She tried to rationalize it, blaming her imagination or a draft in the room, but deep down, she knew that something strange was happening.

As the weeks went on, Bonnie began to feel increasingly uneasy in her own home. She started having vivid nightmares, in which the chair would come alive and chase her around the room. She would wake up in a cold sweat, convinced that the chair was somehow responsible for her terror.

One night, unable to shake her fears, Bonnie decided to confront the chair. She sat down in it and spoke out loud, asking if there was anyone or anything there with her. And to her surprise, the chair responded.

A low, guttural voice rumbled through the room, seeming to come from the very wood of the chair itself. Bonnie gasped in shock, but the voice continued, telling her a story of a long-dead witch who had been trapped in the chair as punishment for her crimes. The witch had been biding her time, waiting for the right person to come along and set her free.

Bonnie was frozen in terror as the voice spoke, but then she felt a strange sense of compassion. She realized that the witch was not evil, but simply a victim of circumstances beyond her control. And so, in a moment of bravery, Bonnie made a decision.

She stood up from the chair, took a deep breath, and spoke a single word: "Release." And with that, the chair shook and groaned, and a bright light filled the room. When Bonnie opened her eyes again, the chair was gone, and she was left alone in her living room.

From that day forward, Bonnie never spoke of the chair again. But she knew that it had changed her, in ways she couldn't fully understand. And sometimes, when she was alone at night, she could feel a presence in the room with her, a warmth that she knew was the witch, watching over her from beyond the veil.