The old rocker sat on the porch A porch of age that squeaked when walked on. The cracks were many and widened by time and many secrets lay beneath its boards. To sit upon the porch was to be taken seriously because once there you were captured. Captured by an existence of yesteryear. Wispering would summons you to trance and a ghostly embrace would keep you still. Only after the story's end would you be released back , back where you sat in the rocker on the quiet, aged, mared porch. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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