This short tale starts benignly enough, with a friendly-seeming ghost
playing with children, but when you learn the origins of the ghost –
and just why the ghost is moving the object around the room, it quickly
gets a lot creepier. Submitted via Reddit by Scoopwhoop:









“When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in
a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and
climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the
ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing.
Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands,
we’d find a cup that hadn’t been there the night before. Mother had
left them there, worried that we’d get thirsty during the night. She
just wanted to take care of us. Among the homes’ original furnishings
was an antique wooden chair which we kept against the back wall of the
living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a
game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us.
Sometimes she’d manage to move it all the way to the centre of the room.
We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted
to be near us. Years later, long after we’d moved out, I found an old
newspaper article about the farmhouse’s original occupant, a widow.
She’d murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned
milk before bed. Then she hung herself. The article included a photo of
the farmhouse’s living room, with a woman’s body hanging from a beam.
Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in
the center of the room.”





…Did it get colder in here, or is it just me?