The Riddle Of Riddles.

Chapter Nine.

"Lets follow them!"
"No Scott, thats like being in a horror film and going to find the killer." I looked at the track, one end was at the dining room door, one at the lounge door. From what i saw they had no direction, the thing could of gone either way.
"Come on, it could be an injured animal or something." He sounded like a little boy on christmas day being told to wait a few more minuets before they opened there presents
"Scott i don't like this, not one bit, i just want to go home now."
"Come on, none of us have car keys or house keys for when we get home anyway, it could be someone messing with us, hiding our stuff. Lets just have a quick look."
".... Fine but you're going first."

Scott walked towards the dining room first; it was the closest. He stepped in. He looked left and slowly scanned to room to the right. Then took a few more steps. They ended at a dining chair. Grandmas old dining chair. The chair was pushed out, voids in the dust showed that it had been done recently.
"Xena, dont suppose you've been in this room today."
"Nope" i could here my own voice filled with fright. After I glanced around the room I noticed that everything else in the room looked undisturbed.

Scott started walking towards the lounge. He got to the entrance and again surveyed the room. He slowly lead the way into the room. Then stopped. Dead in his tracks. "Xena, i don't mean to alarm you but do you see that?" I knew instantly what he was talking about.
"Y-ye-yes. B-b-but how?" until Scott had pointed it out I was hoping that I was seeing things. This couldn't be real!
"I.. I.. Err... I don't know," both of us were staring at the rocking chair. Grandmas old rocking chair. It was rocking back, and fourth, back, and fourth, back and forth. Slowly. Gently. Silently. But the thing that we were Fixated on was what was causing it to rock.

Grandma.