A neighbors experience

     Our neighbors across the street moved into their 1830s brick residence just a few years ago. They are relatively new to the village but not to the area. He is a professional photographer and his wife teaches school here. The couple have one child, a son, and another on the way. They told us today about their strange experiences in their house. His wife admitted that when they first moved in they had heard the stories about my house and thought we were "putting people on", or were very superstitious. They also confessed they had totally changed their minds. For the past year, they said, it had become a joke between them, that some one; they both pointed fingers at each other, was moving the chair at the foot of the stairs that led to the front door. The chair was always placed backing onto the stairs and against the wall. Every morning it would be sitting facing the front door. Every day they moved it back into its original spot. They even got to the point of thinking their son (3 years old) was in some way responsible; but really a three year old isn't too likely to continually pull such a stunt over and over? But this past week climaxed the whole affair and they are now solidly in our camp...wondering whats going on. Junior went to spend three days with gramma and grandpa. The very first day he was gone they were awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of a child running up the stairs and through the hall. They were both outta their bed, hearts pounding, wondering what on earth happened that the grandparents would bring their grandchild back so soon, and so very early in the morning before the sun was even up. A search of the house revealed no child but the chair again faced the front door. A call to gramma revealed the child was still in bed asleep. The same thing happened the third night the child was gone, but not since he returned. But the chair is still found facing the door of a morning. Keep in mind these are people who thought such weird activities was bosch or hoaxters. I suspect other places in town have stories to tell; but most locals only tell them to each other; never to an outsider who might think them crazy.