We live on a Sioux reservation in South Dakota. It’s a quiet area, where not a whole lot happens. It’s a pretty isolated area too.
The closest town is 15 miles away, and it’s just a single building with the post office, campground, grocery store, gas station. The true convenience store. It has been an interesting opportunity to take in a different view of their culture.
We are one of the few white families here full time and the only one in our housing development. Most of the houses are pretty run down. A good portion of the homes on the Reservation still have no running water or electricity. It’s depressing.
Once in a while though a bit of the lands history comes out to play. There are spooks. There are sounds. There are coyotes.
My favorite is the coyotes. I understand them. What I don’t understand are the apparitions that pass through our house, or the sounds that come along.
Last night I couldn’t sleep. It’s not uncommon. But there was something different last night. My wife was able to confirm part of it.
As I tried to sleep I suddenly began to hear drumming. Very clear drumming. It was 2:00 am and about every 4 seconds there would be a drum sound.
It went on for quite some time. I thought it was some if the sounds our furnace makes, but it was coming from outside the house. This morning my wife told me that she had heard it too.
What she didn’t hear though was the blood curdling scream. One of those screams of absolute horror. One that sticks with you.
I don’t know where this one came from. The lack of neighbors in the area makes me doubt it was one of them. That and not wanting to have a neighbor in a situation that called for such a scream.
It made it hard to sleep after that. I eventually fell asleep and got a total of 3 hours of sleep for the night. Now today I will hang out with my daughter while my older two kids go to school. Hopefully tonight will be better.