The Seven Chairs

There is was. The chair. In the middle of the room. The two people around it looked at as if they wanted it to get up and dance. It wouldn't do that. It'd be strange. But one thing they knew, they had to get it out of here before the pastor saw it. There was only one way to get it to go away. Someone had to sit in it, and it wasn't going to be them. They talked for a moment I knew who they were going to have sit down. Jenny.

Jenny was the nun closet to the pastor. She was all around a good person. The two rules of the chair were only the unknowing may sit in it. Jenny didn't know. They didn't think. She would enter the church with the kids around 3. Till then, they had to wait and prepare.

When it was all done they waited for Jenny in the church, but pretended to do they own things. Soon Jenny came just on time. One man run over to her and said "The pastor wants to see you. Please. Sit and wait for him."

"What about the children?"

"I will take care of them. You won't be gone to long." The other man said. He lead the children into a room and shut the door. And stood next to the other man as Jenny began to relax on the chair. When Jenny noticed the children in the room she tried to get up but couldn't move. She struggled and wiggled but couldn't get up.

As if she were being picked up, the chair started to float. Up and up and up. The two men merely watched as the Fifth chair took poor Jenny away from them. Gone. Just like that.

The second rule of the chair, the one seated must be innocent.