I can remember a few of those that my great grandparents Stewart & Flora "Mae" Burress related to us when we were very young. Grandpa Burress used to sit in his chair outside and tell us stories. I was always facinated by his being able to hand roll a cigarette with one hand while he talked and shared with us so many things he knew.
The Haunted Rocking Chair
Grandpa Burress used to work for the city of Bluefield, West Virginia. He was a blacksmith by trade and made sure metal tools were kept sharp or made items they needed by welding etc.
He said one day he was delivering a couple of tools to some fellers working on some city street project and passed by a house where he noticed that someone had put out in the garbage a perfectly good rocking chair to be picked up. He delivered the tools and on the way back stopped and knocked on the door of the house to ask about the rocker in the trash. A man answered the door and grandpa said if they minded if he took the chair home with him. The man told him he could take "the infernal thing anywhere he wanted" and slammed the door. Grandpa thought the whole thing odd but it was a good chair.
So grandpa loaded the chair in the back of the truck and brought it home to grandma. It was fine old rocking chair. Grandma, he said, "was as pleased as punch with it". And she placed it next to a window in the sitting room of the small house where she could sit and look out while working on sewing or just to rest.
Well problems started off the first night. They went to bed and in the middle of the night heard the old rocking chair creak like someone was rocking in it. Grand pa got up to investigate and as soon as he turned on a light the noise would stop. Several times they woke to the rocking sound and by morning he said he was plum wore out with that rocking chair.
The next morning when they looked and the rocker had been moved. Rockers that are old will sometimes "walk" when you rock them from the rockers being uneven and that is what that chair had done during the night with no one in it.
Grand ma said she was beside herself a bit with a little fear but it was a real good chair and they thought they had imagined it all. But every night for several days the same thing happened. Every night they heard the chair creak like someone rocking in it and every morning it had "walked" to a new place in front of the window.
Grand pa said that in the mountians if you had a haint or ghost haunting something you needed to put new on it to get it to stop. If it was made of wood, put new wood on it. If it was metal, put new metal on it.
That night they went to bed. In the middle of the night they heard a pop and the sound of that hemlock stick hitting the wall, and the rocker went to creaking again. They turned on the light, the rocking stopped and there was the piece of wood next to the wall all the way across the room.
Next day the old rocker was out in the trash, grandma said. Even if it was a fine old rocking chair.