The Golden Chair

The Golden Chair
By: Patience Ray Winterton

Your uncle owns a big old barn house out in the woods behind his house. But your uncle has told you never to back there, "Something terrible lives there. Never go back there or you shall never sleep peacefully again." he would warn you. But you never really took his warnings seriously.
One day, your uncle had left the house and you were there all alone. After an hour or two you began to tire of all the old games and piles of junk in your uncles house. You ponder what to do and as you look out the window you see a sliver of red paint. You leave the house out the back door and head toward the old barn.
The walk to the barn was easier than you thought it would be. The path had managed to not get overgrown and you wondered what your uncle was hiding in the old broken down barn. Once you get to the barn you see that the front doors have been broken in and the lock and chains (that you presumed had kept the doors closed) had been melted. You step over a couple broken planks of wood and look into the barn. But you can not see the inside of the barn. It was just a black void. You look behind you. The sun was shining right into barn. Why couldn't you see inside? Curious, you slowly walk into the darkness.
The moment you sunlight left you skin, you could no longer see it was so black. But as you looked around, searching for a light, you saw a small glow in the distance. A kind of foreboding comes over you but you continue to walk towards that little light. As you get closer you a chair. A big armchair made of solid gold. As you stepped closer you saw a figure sitting in the chair. It was a young girl, no older than elven, with chestnut-brown hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes. Then your legs froze as you saw a boy with long waist-length silver hair and red-purple watercolor eyes walk out from behind the chair. He was wearing a long white trench coat that flowed out behind him, a sky blue shirt, jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. The boy looked about seventeen or eighteen. You watched as he circled the chair with the girl in it. "What is your name?" you heard the boy say in a voice that was as sweet as honey, but it stung like ice. The girl shook her head violently, tears shined on her cheeks. You wanted to go and help her, but you couldn't move. Your legs were frozen stiff and your voice was caught in your throat. the boy continued to circle the chair. "What is your name?" he asked again, there was no emotion in his voice. The girl again refused to answer. This questioning went on for a long time. You didn't really know how much time passed. Then all of a sudden the boy put his hands on the arms of the chair and looked into the girls eyes. "Tell me your name Mahogany!" He yelled at her. Obviously he had cracked. The girl shook her head once more, her lips pursed together. This confused you. The seemed to know her name. Why did he want her to tell him? You watched on, not having any other choice. The boy stood up strait. "You give me no other choice." he said yet again in a voice with no emotion. The girl started to squirm in the chair and more tears fell onto her cheeks. Then the screaming started. They were screams of pain and anguish and you could see that the girl was beginning to bleed from wounds in her arms and legs that you hadn't seen before. "Stop!" the girl screamed. A smug smile came over the boy's face and he nodded. The girl heaved a breath and in between tears she spoke these words: "Ecneitap... My name is Ecneitap..." and then she slumped back down into the chair. A light came out of the girls eyes and into the hands of the boy. He laughed as he closed his hands around the light. A wave of fear and terror overcame your senses as the boy turned his head and his eyes met yours. Just then the feeling came back to your legs and you bolted in the direction you came. "You'll never forget me!" You heard him call after you. "One day your light shall be mine! You just wait little one!" he yelled once more.
You tumbled out of the barn and tripped over a plank. You looked back into the barn and you saw no black void nor did you see the silver-haired boy, only the interior of the barn. With that you ran back to your uncles house. That night, nightmares of what happened haunted your mind and you awoke to find yourself sitting in an armchair. An armchair made of solid gold.


((I think I might have posted a different version of this before, but oh-well.))