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After thirty minutes of watching and hearing the chanting, Aimee was beginning to doubt this lady, but she noticed that Andrew’s breathing had slowed down considerably. She could almost swear she heard a light snore coming out of him, but she was not sure. She could not look away. He started looking not hazy, but translucent. Very gradually, he really was fading.

Aimee gasped and put a hand on her mouth. Everything started getting spooky. She started hearing voices—not scary ones, but she could clearly hear drums and chanting going on. She heard other voices besides Mrs. Jackson’s. They were male voices repeating the words she was saying. She thought she was hallucinating when she started seeing American Indians dancing around them. It looked like they were going around them, doing some kind of ritual. They were very faint, but she could see every detail about them. Some had headdresses made to look like animals.

She was fascinated with what was going on. The things that were happening were bewildering. Words could not describe what she was seeing. She felt like she’d gone back in time. Suddenly, it appeared that they were actually sitting outside, not inside her house anymore. She could even smell the wood burning. Andrew finally disappeared. It was gradual, but it did happen. And as soon as he was gone, everything got quiet. The Indians and the scenery had suddenly stopped, and just like they had appeared, they disappeared.