Tale Of The Seven Chair

~ The Seven Chairs ~

When I first saw them, the seven chairs, I felt scared yet, interested. My fellow nuns and I were confused the day they appeared in the church closet. Sister Angela was first to see them, she was definitely one of the braver sisters. She came to me frightened, I’ll admit I’d never seen her that scared… well before the seven, terrible chairs appeared.

“Lola, there are seven chairs in the closet! The fifth one is floating!” she said. “Angela! What chairs and what do you mean the fifth one?” I said to her. “There are seven chairs and they’re all labeled in by number and there are notes on all of them, the notes all say how a person would die and a name.” “Ok, which closet?” I asked, “The big one in the basement.” she answered. “Ok I’ll go down there to see it. In the meantime, gather up all our sisters and ask them if they know who did this or what it means.” I said to Angela. “Fine but you have to be careful, I have a really bad feeling about this.” she said to me.

As I opened the closet door, I

They explained to me The Tale of The Seven Chairs. The Seven Chairs, were cursed by witches long ago, these witches were kind, but mistreated they made the chairs be able to be possessed by a person’s spirit, that’s why, when you sit on a chair it takes you to where that person was happiest. I assumed that the person on the fifth chair was definitely religious, we were in a church after all. Each chair has the name of that spirit. The Tale of The Seven Chairs was a myth, but the two men proved that wrong. They said they’ve been researching the tale for several years. When the person gets off of the chair, the chair moves to a random location. “So you don’t know where my fellow sisters are?” I asked. “No but with your help we can figure it out, so what do you say, explore the world with us, have a great adventure, and find your lost sisters?” “Of course, let’s go find my