You are listening to a Hillbilly Horror Stories classic episode.

Hillbilly Horror Stories presents Erie Encounters.

My grandma lives in a very stereotypical horror movie house, small Midwest town, white and old-looking

home on a farm. She even has a chipped wooden merry nativity in the front yard. She also has a

cemetery about a half a mile down the road. I used to sleep in a room in the corner of the top floor, that was my aunt's room, and it

had a wooden rocking chair in it.

When I was younger, I would wake up because I thought I heard it rocking, to the point

where I would wake up my grandma and have to stay in her room.

About ten years later, my mom and aunt and I were talking about how creepy my grandma's house was.

My aunt goes on to talk about how when she was a little bit younger,

the reason my mom and her ended up sharing her room was because she thought her room was haunted.

She said she woke up one morning and the rocking chair was about two feet closer to her bed.

And after that night, it would start rocking on a nightly basis at midnight.

That story was sent in from Karen. Until a few years ago, I still had a flip phone.

One day I got a random call asking him for some girl named Sarah. I told them that they

had the wrong number and they hung up. For the next few months I would get these calls asking

for Sarah about once or twice a week, coming from different numbers and different sounding people.

Sometimes these calls came at three in the morning. One day I got a call and like usual I said I didn't know Sarah.

After they hung up, I went to my contacts and I hit redial.

The answering machine said that the number did not exist.

I went back through my call history trying to call some other people that it had called

me with the same result.

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