The Appalachia Cowhide chairs. A scary story.

[oneighty]

Nola placed the two chairs on the counter top in the dining room. Nola needed some money and wished to sell the chairs. My boss at the university was interested in antiques and I had promised Nola I would take the chairs to him the very next day and see if we could get an estimate of their value.

The chairs were poorly crafted four legged kitchen chairs. The chair bottom and back were cowhide with the hair still intact. The brown and white pattern of the cowhide was clearly visible. I was certain I had seen these chairs before. The sight of them troubled me.

Nola leaves and shortly after Tricia and I are off to bed. I cannot sleep. I toss and turn, the chairs are bothering me, calling out to me. I wake my wife."Tricia, I am going to put those chairs out in the car. I cannot sleep with them in the house."

Downstairs I turn the lights on. We have a black cat. The black cat is sitting under one of the chairs staring at me eyes glowing in the light unblinking unmoving. The hair on my arms and head stand up, chills shake me. One at a time I take the chairs to the car. Outside it is totally dark, damp with light rain, it is windy the waves from lake Erie crash against the cliff in front of our house. I cannot get back to the safety of the house fast enough, get away from those chairs.

Sometime later I learn that when I was a very young child and Nola had not been born yet and Nola's mother was my Foster mother those chairs were part of our household.

I wonder what memory made me fear those chairs?

A just so story!

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[JitterbugPerfume]

1. Nice story 180

one I had not heard before

that cat was spooky!!