February 11, 2016

“I was in a quiet room. It was a square room with a spotted ceiling. The floor was wood. There was a chair in the center of the room and nothing else. It was only a chair. It was directly beneath where the light was meant to go. I flicked the light switch on and off but the room stayed dark. I walked to the chair. It was not a familiar chair. I could not remember any similar chairs being in the house. I walked around the chair slowly, watching the seat. The chair was wooden with a high-back and no arms. There were four simple wood legs. The seat was flat. I sat on the chair. It rocked against my weight but did not fall.”

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