jolyn

by JoAnn
(Overbrook, Kansas, USA)

I was raised up in the same home my mother grew up in. For years I would awaken to the sound of chains dragging and rattling.

I would always see a little old man sitting in a low-framed oak rocker in his night shirt. His face was always turned away looking out the window which he sat in front of. He had thin, white, shoulder-length hair and appeared to possibly have a mustache.

I was always afraid to mention what I saw on a frequent basis, but finally told my mother. She only smiled and said, "Oh you see him too--Aunt Fern would see him all the time when she was a girl".

The house is still standing and I often wonder if others have seen my little old man in the oak and wicker rocker.