Susan Rooke insisted on placing the chair on slippery ground, and seating herself there, to keep an eye on her grandchildren, while enjoying the view of the sunset. On a fateful evening, the chair got washed away in the high tide, and Susan was never seen again. The children had been warned well in time, and they survived.
The story goes that the villagers have got another chair installed there, on a platform below it. They believe that Susan’s soul still comes there in the evening. The kids are believed to be safe, as long as the chair remains there.
Inspired by Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisofffields
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/10-february-2017/
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Your story looks just like my photo. Good one, Reena.
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Thanks, if I have got the spirit right…..
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And so a myth is born. Nice take on the strange prompt.
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The stuff of myths and legends, you’re right, the chair is in a very strange place
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I like folk tales, though not so much the ghostly kind. Well done.
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And that’s how legends are born. Good one.
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A restless soul is a dangerous thing – the villagers did right.
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Folklore is always based on a little truth, they say… better not to take a chance!
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This sounds as though it could be a real popular legend. She must have been a formidable lady if they are afraid of upsetting her ghost 🙂
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Sure! It takes guts to sit in that place.
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I can see a sequel where the chair os removed by accident and the children’s fate hangs in the balance. Nice take.
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You are giving me ideas. 😀Thanks!
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Delightfully spooky!
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The chair in that place is so unusual. Thanks!
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