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Last summer my birth-mother told me I could work at her horse boarding ranch near Denver for $9.00 an hour. The economy being what it is in rural Montana I took her up on her offer and moved down to Colorado for the summer.

The heat during the day was sweltering so I often did my stable cleaning in the dead of night to make it a little less odoriferous. Late one night around 11:30, right as the stars were coming up into the sky the horses began acting oddly, nickering and almost going into a panic when I left their sight. I just assumed they could smell a rat or snake so I began searching the premises for any signs of small animal life that might be causing their uneasy behavior.

My mother and her finance were out of town for the weekend so I had the place to myself. That being the case it was totally silent on our ranch. No wind was blowing and I could almost hear something in the distance, it sounded like somebody beating on an old fashioned rawhide drum. I suspected that maybe some of the local teens had ridden up one of the old dirt roads that crossed our property and hosted a keggar oblivious to the fact that they were on private property, they probably had their car stereo playing some music.

Teenagers litter an awful lot so I grabbed my shotgun and our big German shepherd Sasha and ran off into the fields to find the noise. the dog was anxious and kept begging me to go back to the house but being loyal wouldn’t abandon me and kept very close to my heel. As I got closer to the noise I could definitely hear a voice chanting in time to the music, having been to several pow-wow’s before I know an Indian voice singing when I hear one. It was the darnedest thing, every time I got close to the music it would fade away, then start up almost out of earshot. I pursued it for almost two hours covering about two miles before I gave up and walked back to the barn to finish my chores. On the walk back the music would switch places around the property. I’m not easily spooked and there isn’t much that can take a full slide of magnum buckshot but I was rather startled by the whole experience.

Talking with my parents the next morning they laughed and explained to me that the “Indian drums” happened almost every night and across several of our neighbor’s adjoining properties. I confirmed this through conversations with several neighbors who all told me the same story.

I tried a few more times to catch the sound but was never rewarded with anything more than the phantom drumbeat and chanting fading out then starting up somewhere else in the distance.

Sent in by Lapinski, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com