The Rocking Chair

As an aspiring actress, Cheryl had had to make do with hope and an occasional TV commercial. So the offer to act as leading lady in a film to be shot in the quaint New England village of Mount Sharon was tempting, particularly since a number of those involved in the enterprise were her friends or a least acquaintances. Those included the author of the film, Dirk Hallorson, who had inherited from a recently deceased aunt the Georgian home where the cast was to be lodged and around which the movie was to be filmed.

Although she was warned in the villages that the house was haunted, Cheryl was too much of a sophisticate to take this seriously. Yet Dick too was worldly-wise. And he insisted his Aunt Suzy had come back in the dead of night, embraced him and set her old rocking chair to seesawing vigorously.