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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363598" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sat at the table talking <br>when we noticed from the corner of our eyes <br>the door seemed to open and close again. <br>No one took much notice of it; <br>each thinking it was a draft that had caught it. <br>Then we watched amazed <br>as the chair at the far end of the room <br>began to move on its own. <br>Each time it caught our attention the chair stopped. <br>Turning back to our conversation <br>from the corner of our eyes, <br>we watched the chair move again. <br>Each time it inched closer <br>towards the table where we sat. <br>Our guests and we were hypnotised <br>by the spectacular of the moving chair. <br>We had lived here for many years <br>and nothing like this had ever happened before. <br>We all watched intently the chair <br>with not a word being spoken. <br>Whatever was moving it <br>could clearly not be seen. <br>Someone smiled and said, <br>“That is a neat trick you must tell us all <br>just how you’ve done it.” <br>I shook my head and replied, <br>“It is not us doing this.” <br>Faces paled at the thought <br>of the chair moving on its own. <br>The chair then stopped <br>and the outline of a figure appeared, <br>its eyes were flaming red <br>and it stared intently at us all. <br>“Who are you? ” Someone asked. <br>“Who do you wish I be? ” The reply came <br>from a voice that seemed to surround us. <br>You could see the fear begin to inherit everyone’s eyes <br>as the eyes of whatever looked around at everyone. <br>A crackling laughter then arose. <br>“Who are you? ” I asked, <br>“You are frightening everyone. <br>I tell you now you were not invited; <br>your presence is not welcome here. <br>Be gone I say, be gone and leave us in peace.” <br>The flaming eyes stared at me <br>as if to devour my soul. <br>Outside a lightning bolt struck, <br>its explosion made us jump. <br>When we looked back, <br>the chair was where it should be <br>and the flaming red eyes were gone. <br>Was this an hallucination <br>or did we really see a ghost. <br>Whatever, when we returned to talking, <br>we abandoned the conversation <br>of strange phenomena we were discussing <br>before our encounter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>15 November 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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