Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #17 August 2015 | Page 59

wasn’t too worried about it sneaking up on me.

playing behind a closed door.

A few minutes later, I could hear something
ahead of me and just to the left. It was like a faint
buzzing sound that you hear under power-lines. I
looked back, and the truck was still there, shining
under the lights. A couple of cars zipped past, and I
could hear a semi rumbling in the distance, getting
closer. It looked like I was getting closer to where the
lights came down, but the buzzing was freaky. I didn’t
know what wouldn’t sound freaky, but buzzing wasn’t
one of the options.

Then I heard voices like a choir. It sounded
like it was just ahead of me. I cussed at myself again
for leaving my phone behind. Then I remembered
all the pictures people took of weird stuff and how
they never turned out right, so maybe that was a good
thing. I went extra quiet and pushed some grass aside,
and I saw it. Well I saw ‘them’ but they made an ‘it’ if
you know what I mean.

It was a circle maybe twenty yards wide
where the grass had been flattened and all around it
were these people, scarce a few inches tall, dancing
and carousing along like there wasn’t a care in the
world. They were swirling around in circles, picking
each other up and what all else. Off to one side there
was a little orchestra, no bigger than you’d see in a
toy store, playing a waltz. Well that was the tune, but
they weren’t dancing a waltz. It looked like they were
making it up as they went along.

I turned my head