I'm painting a picture of the big red armchair in the living room. We got it from my stepmother's parents when they moved to Long Island. It's one of those iconic big red armchairs that would fit in better at 221 B Baker Street or that Inn at the beginning of 'The Turn of the Screw'. It's my favorite chair, but tonight I found out that Grandma Minna died in it.
Grandma Minna was my stepmother's father's mother. She was quite a character, and there are lots of stories about (and by) her floating around in the world. You've probably heard some of them. Anyway, she died in my chair, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
My parents tried to make me feel better by saying it had been reupholstered, but minutes earlier they had also told me they'd never smoked pot, so who knows. Is there such a thing as haunted chairs? Maybe in painting the chair, I've also been unwittingly painting a postmortem portrait of the step-great-grandmother I've always been so curious about. Would it be insensitive to have a seance in the living room?
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Probably.
I know someone with a ouija board
I hope to see the painting
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