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

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