RED FEATHER by Melanie
One summer night my best friend, Shannon, stayed over at my house. We were going to stay in my new bedroom which was part of an addition that my Dad had just built onto our house.
It was getting late and we went up stairs, I shut the door, and we put on our pajamas and got into bed. We laid there in bed looking up at the ceiling for a few minutes and than heard the grandfather clock in the living room downstairs chime twelve times and all was silent. Soon after, I could faintly hear the sound of drums . . . Indian drums. As I listened harder, it sounded as if they were coming closer.
Now, everyone in my house was asleep, except for Shannon and I, so I knew it wasn’t anyone of them making that noise . . . I looked over at Shannon and I saw her looking right back at me with a startled look, I knew she heard the same sounds. I whispered to her “Do you hear that?” With no hesitation, she responded back to me also in a whisper “YES, it sounds like Indian drums!” I sat up in bed looking at the closed door, hearing those drums beating louder and louder behind the door.
I decided I needed to do something, so I jumped out of bed and stood at the closed bedroom door. I was really scared! I didn’t want to see what was coming up to the second floor to my new bedroom. Then, all of a sudden a man’s voice whispers in my ear, “It’s ok, open the door!” I trusted the voice for some reason, I had no clue as to why, but I did as he asked and reached down to turn the knob to open the door. In doing so, a vision of a red feather appeared in my mind. I opened the door slowly expecting to see something standing in the hallway, but it was empty. I still could hear those beating drums. I walked down the hall to the stairway where those drums were coming up louder and louder.
I stood at the top of the stairs looking down into the darkness and a cool rush of breeze came up from the stairs and went through me and that same voice I heard in the bedroom said to me “Everything is ok, I won’t hurt you!” I had a powerful feeling of comfort and protection that flowed through me. I went back into the bedroom and Shannon was sitting up on the bed holding the covers up to the bottom of her eyes. I had a smile on my face and got back into bed and told her, “Don’t be scared, it won’t hurt us and it has left the house”. We both fell asleep and told the story the next day at breakfast.