Story 1: When I was a child, I had a small wooden rocking chair in my room. I don’t remember ever actually using the thing, but my parents decided it was a good enough decoration to have when we moved to our new house. I remember feeling strange in this new house at night. The feeling of being watched was pretty present, too. Horror books Well, a few years after moving into this house, I had been sitting up on my bed reading when, out of nowhere…
