Creepypasta

Chairman

October 25, 1988, Monday.

4:13 AM, I just woke up. I got up out of my bed, put on some jeans and a white t-shirt. I went downstairs to make some breakfast. It was quiet all around the room. Maybe mom and dad are still in bed. So I sat down in a chair to think about what I'd make for myself to eat... but the chair felt different, like a sticky feeling. I sat up and looked what was on the chair. I saw nothing on it. I touched it with my hand, I felt nothing. But I still sat somewhere else.

When I sat on another chair, it felt sticky. Strange, I thought. I looked at the chairs for a while. I knew there were different kinds of chairs in the basement that we were going to replace the kitchen chairs with, so I thought I may as well swap them now.

I went down to the basement. It was dark, dusty, and spider webs were adorned every crevice. I found something down there. It felt like a chair, so I took it. I brought it up. When I opened the door, I went to the kitchen.

The chairs looked different, and they were facing towards me. Maybe a prank by my brother. I dropped the chair I had on the ground and went to the kitchen to make the other chairs face the other way.

When I looked back, there was the most terrifying thing I ever saw.

The chair I grabbed from the basement?

It wasn't a chair.

It was a man that looked like he was a chair. He had his arms bent forward like bars. Legs bent right, and lower foot bent the whole way downwards. His neck was long and bloody. His eyeballs were missing, and he was smiling an evil smile. His shirt was ripped and bloody just like his pants. He was walking towards me without bending his arms, legs, or anything on him, just his feet going back and forth.

My eyes popped open with terror. He stopped moving, and he also bent his neck backwards with his head, and said: 'TIS TIS TIS' and while he said that, all the lights went broke, and it went dark. Strangely, it was morning, but it went dark.

The lights went back on. The Chairman wasn't there anymore. Everything seemed fine. When I looked down, though, I was bleeding. I fell down while my blood splattered the floor. Luckily, an ambulance came and rescued me.

We moved, and we never talked about or saw the house or the chairs again.