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Just Stories

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Fantasy
I 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 noises. I never knew who or what caused it. I just knew one thing, those things aren't natural.
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At that moment something clicked in my head. Here are my children sitting with aliens from another place, and doing so as if it were an everyday occurrence. No fear, no xenophobia, just friends. Of course there's always a dark side.

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