Laying in my Aunt's guest bed I started to hear faint music, and slight chanting. Slowly sliding out of bed I tiptoed to the door and put my ear against the cool mahogany wood. The house was silent, the chanting and music wasn't here it was outside. Tiptoeing to the window I peeked out, small pinpoints of light in the woods that surrounded her home. Curious I slid the window up a bit to listen, the music was very soft and the chants not sounding like they were in English. I wanted a closer look, to see what the chanting was and who was making the noises. But, I knew I would be in trouble if my Aunt or Uncle caught me, so I opened the window a little bit more so I would be able to sit on the roof. I crawled through the window and out into the cool fall night. Relaxing onto the tiled roof I just sat there listening to the music. I needed to know who or what was making the music, it was so beautiful, so relaxing. I felt my eyes start to close ever so slowly. I didn't want to sleep, I wanted to listen to the music and the chants, I wanted to watch the lights, to see if anyone came out of the forest. As much as I wanted to watch and listen I felt my body slowly give into the temptation of sleep.
That one memory would always play back through my head whenever I visited my Aunt's house. I got to rarely come out here anymore since I've started college at Missouri University to study to become an engineer. I breathed in deeply, I was on a trail ride through the same forest that I heard the music and chanting and where I had seen the small lights. I was about eight when I had my first experience with them and I never did find the cause. I never gave up on wanting to see who made the amazing music, I never gave up on finding what language they were speaking, and I never gave up trying to spot them. My Aunt always thought I was lying, that I just had an active imagination, yet I knew I wasn't imagining things.
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FantasyI would always hear music and slight chanting when I visited my Aunt's house. I would always ask about them but, always get the same answer, "You're hearing things," or "Nothing is there, you're hallucinating." but I knew there was a reason to the n...
