An old chair

February 24, 2025

by Tate

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (206 words)

"One night, I had a strange dream. In the dream, a chair that always sat in the corner of our bedroom was gone. The space was empty, like it had never been there at all. When I woke up, I felt uneasy. It wasn’t just a normal dream—it felt different, like a warning. I tried […]"

One night, I had a strange dream. In the dream, a chair that always sat in the corner of our bedroom was gone. The space was empty, like it had never been there at all. When I woke up, I felt uneasy. It wasn’t just a normal dream—it felt different, like a warning.

I tried to tell myself it was nothing. After all, we had been planning to throw out that old chair soon and get a new one. Maybe that was why I dreamed about it disappearing. But deep inside, something didn’t feel right.

I had dreams like this before—dreams that came before something bad happened. Once, before my cat passed away, I dreamed that his favorite blanket was missing. Another time, before a friend moved far away, I dreamed that his car vanished from the driveway.

This time, though, it wasn’t just about an object or a pet. This time, it felt connected to a person.

I shook off the feeling and went about my day, but the uneasy feeling stayed with me. A few weeks later, something happened that made my stomach drop. The chair was still there—but the person who always sat in it… was gone.

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