A Child's Melody
by Rachel Firasek
I washed dishes and bobbed my head in time with Aerosmith. My mom and dad
had left me alone. My brothers had abandoned me for a basketball game down the
street. The quiet didn't bother me because I had "November Rain" blasting through the kitchen.
Above the sound of the guitar solo, I heard the faintest cry of giggles.
Now, it wasn't an uncommon occurence for my brothers to sneak back in the
house and play pranks on me, but this was different. I dried my hands and
turned the radio off. We lived across the street from a funeral home and I
could hear people shutting car doors in front of our house, but not their
I walked into our living room and stood near the floor vents from the old
furnace we didn't use anymore. The sound of children giggling fluttered up
from those vents. At first, I was curious. Surely, a child hadn't crawled
under the house. I slid to my knees, bracing my hands on each side of the
"Hello?" I called. I didn't say I was smart, just alone.
Nothing. I stood and moved back a few steps. The giggling started up again.
"Can you hear me?" I called down to the voices that seemed to fade a bit.
It wasn't until I rushed to the front door intending on running down the
street that I felt them. The hair on the back of my neck rose. There was an
energy in the room that stirred the asthma in my chest--or maybe I was just
Very close to me, almost like they were pressed against
me, I heard the soft flutter of those angelic giggles and something eased
This was the moment that I knew I'd never be alone again.
And I haven't been...
This actually happened to me.
I was seventeen and no, it's not the last time I've heard the voices...
Have you ever heard something strange and unexplained?
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