[Liberty4eva]

This is a story I heard while I was a kid called The Rocking Chair.

There once were two teenage sisters whose parents were out of town for the weekend. On Friday night, both were watching the local news on television and they were startled to hear that someone escaped from a mental institution that was only a few blocks away from their house. The local news cautioned everyone in the area to lock their doors and windows and only go outside unless they absolutely had to because the man was a psychopath and extremely dangerous. The two sisters were disturbed and promptly locked all the doors and windows. They were so afraid that they decided to sleep in the same room together. When they were half-asleep, the younger sister remembers the window in the upstairs attic and asks the older one if the window was locked. Neither one of them could remember and the older one, already practically asleep, said it wasn't worth it to check because it was a small window and too high off the ground for someone to reach. This calms the younger sister and both go to sleep. Later in the night, the younger sister is awoken by a creeking sound from outside their bedroom window. She listened more closely and she could make out what sounded like someone humming. This scared her and she nudged her sister trying to wake her up but she wasn't waking up. The creeking and the humming continued and curiousity finally got the best of the younger sister. She tip-toed over to the window and, ever so slowly, she peered outside through the blinds. She could make out what appeared to be a middle-aged man in the front yard sitting in a big rocking chair. He was rocking back and forth and humming to himself. This scared her but he appeared to be preoccupied with something that was sitting in his lap. She at first thought it was a bowling ball but noticed that it had hair that the man was plucking out, one at a time. The man kept rocking and humming while plucking out the hairs. The sister peered more closely and finally realized it was no bowling ball. It was the head of her older sister. And the man kept rocking and humming to himself and plucking out the hairs, one at a time.