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‘One night I was in bed sleeping. In the middle of my sleep maybe one to three in the morning, I began to hear music playing. Not like radio music or anything electronic. But live music. At first, I thought I was dreaming. But I opened my eyes and the music still played. I couldn’t identify what instruments were playing (I play a few) or the direction they were coming from. But I lived on a very quiet street and the music wasn’t coming from any source outside or inside that I could pinpoint. It was very unlikely to be a neighbor at that hour in that quiet and conservative neighborhood. It seemed to move, change direction. I sat bolt upright, with my eyes still closed and mumbled. ‘That won’t work. I’m awake.’ I lay back down to sleep. Then I realized the music had stopped. I laughed. Why had I said that? I pondered for a bit. But not for long. I fell asleep again. I believe it was Them either having a party or trying to lure my sleeping self away. Maybe to never return.’ Music? ‘Beautiful, enticing, uncanny.’ ‘There had been previous experiences in the house.’ ‘It is mostly just a feeling [that it is a fairy]. The quality of the experience feels like something They would get up to. And I have had experiences with other types of being. This wasn’t like an angel or ghost.’ What is a fairy? ‘A very broad designation for nonhuman beings that share certain qualities: nature spirits, house spirits ancient ancestral spirits that have become less human and wilder over time.’