My grandfather passed away when I was 8 and my little brother was 2 or 3ish. He had this big lazy boy chair in the living room that he always planted himself in. Everyone knew this chair was "grandpa's chair."
Anyway, we went down to my grandparent's house in Florida for a long weekend to attend the funeral, etc. We're all chatting the first night there in the living room, and...
My mom was sitting in the lazy boy chair.
My little brother goes up to my mom and says "Grandpa wants his chair back." My mom asks him where grandpa is, thinking he probably didn't understand death, to which he responds, "he's right behind you."
My mom BOLTED off that sofa immediately.
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The Midnight Hour
TerrorThink you can handle horror? Try and get through these stories without getting nightmares. This is a collection of Short Horror Stories. While reading them, at the middle of night, might I add, I nearly peed my pants. Hope you enjoy. I overhead on...
