The Folded Thing
Some people saw it, but no one remembers buying it. An old, ugly wooden chair. Most people agreed on one single thing: it wasn’t as ordinary as it seemed.
Years later, it appeared at a garage sale. A young woman decided to buy it, since she was a collector of antiques. Arriving home, the young woman heard something splintering, but she didn’t pay attention to it.
She went in and left the chair at the end of the hallway. The next day, the chair remained in its place, but its position was different. Although the strangest thing wasn’t that—on top of it were several pieces of clothing the young woman didn’t recognize.
She was already beginning to doubt the chair. She went to her room and investigated its origin, but found nothing about it, only a note:
“If you see it, don’t buy it.”
She knew she wasn’t being paranoid; she went downstairs and turned her head, and the chair was no longer in its place. She searched the whole house, but couldn’t find it.
In an instant, it appeared behind her. She looked back, and what she saw left her speechless. The legs of the chair multiplied and stretched out like those of a spider.
It lunged at the young woman, forcing her to sit. The chair bent in an impossible way, making the young woman disappear just like that. Only her clothes remained in the same place, on top of the chair.
No one knows where the victims end up, if they end at all. What we do know is that the chair always ends up at the end of the hallway.