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Blogtober, Day 28

Word of the day: Chase


Marty’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it since the entity that was possessing his wife had just announced that it was planning on staying indefinitely which was a proposition he wished to avoid. The phone insisted, though. Whoever was trying to reach him kept texting and calling. He fished the phone out and answered. Leslie maintained that fixed gaze on him as he answered.


“Marty!” the voice on the other end answered. “Tanner here. Do you still have that creepy ass chair?”


“I’m looking at it right now.”


“I did some digging and got the whole backstory on it. Holy shit it’s a doozy!”


“This isn’t really a good time.”


“The spirit belongs to a boy named Terry, who was killed by his abusive father one night. So sad.”


“Mm-hmm.” Marty weighed his options as Tanner continued. Should he grab Mason and run out of the house? Not likely given his condition. And what if Leslie chased after them? She certainly would catch them and then what?


“So, anyway, I’m coming over,” Tanner said.


“I don’t think that’s a good idea unless you have a plan.”


“I do. I do.”


Marty hung up and placed his phone on the dining room table around which they shared too few meals. Only Thanksgiving and Christmas and even those were usually spent somewhere else. He couldn’t even recall when they bought it or from where. It was a project for Leslie. Just like the chair she was sitting in now. He stared at his wife and waited.


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