"What in the-" He called as the chair bucked quickly back, then threw him off the porch to his face in the dirt. "Gaugh!' He graoned as he landed, unharmed but with a scarred ego. "I've heard of being thrown from a chair, but this is rediculous..." Standing and dusting himself off, he looked over at the possessed chair, if it even was so.<br/><br/>"Must be some kind of mechanism to do that... Logan, you're the mechanic. See if it's some parlor trick..." He looked at Logan and Amber's perturbed faces. "What? Oh, come on. It's not haunted. I'm sure there's some perfectly normal explination. The whistle is probably a recording, and that chair is probably boobie trapped. A trap I walked right into. There's no such things as ghosts."