When I was a child, I had a small wooden rocking chair in my room.
I don’t remember ever actually using the thing,

but my parents decided it was a good enough decoration to have when we moved to our new house.

I remember feeling strange in this new house at night.
The feeling of being watched was pretty present, too.

Horror books
Well, a few years after moving into this house, I had been sitting up on my bed reading when,

out of nowhere, music started playing. I looked over to see this little wooden rocking chair rocking—apparently,