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Caroling has been a tradition for years, so it’s really no surprise when you hear a soft chorus from outside. What is a surprise is the fact that it’s three in the morning, and the moment they start singing you feel a chill in the air. It’s a song you’ve heard a hundred times before, but something about this version makes you go cold. If you move to the window, you will find no carolers, but the song is loud enough that you know you should be able to see them. They sing one song, and then there is silence. An eerie chill lingers, and your dreams are haunted by strange voices. You’ll probably never be able to hear that song again without feeling a chill.
Madge had been having the best dream. The guy she had a crush on had taken her on the most romantic date and he was just about to declare his undying love for her and hopefully kiss her senseless. He leaned in, bare inches from her lips when he just...stopped. There was something weird going on in the background. Singing. Someone was singing Christmas carols in her dreams.
And just like that, she was awake. "Thank you, weird people still caroling days after Christmas," she said and looked over at her clock. A chill ran over her skin as she saw the time. Three in the morning. This was weird, right? "What the hell..." she muttered to herself before standing to go tell these freaks off for waking her up out of a great dream. The chill worsened as she got closer to the window.
She recognized the tune as one of her favorites, "Carol of the Bells." It was a pretty good version, too, except there was just something creepy about it. Madge shuddered and hugged herself in an effort to battle the chill that was steadily getting worse. She grabbed her robe from the foot board of her bed and slung it on but it didn't seem to help against the cold that felt like it was seeping into her bones. That was so weird... She could hear the house's heater running, so it wasn't like that was malfunctioning or anything.
She got to the window and pulled her curtains aside but there was no one there. Except she could still hear the singing. Well, that was creepy. Well, creepier than before anyway. Pushing her window open with one hand, Madge clutched the front of her robe together to keep the outside cold from making her chill worse. "Hello?" she called. Not too loudly, as it was three in the morning, but whoever was out there needed to quit. She was surprised there was no one else with their heads out of their windows searching for the source of the music.
Leaning out of the window, the teen looked every which way she possibly could to no avail. There were no carolers, just that weird singing. And just as suddenly as it began, the song was over and silence reigned again. Her heart racing a little, Madge closed the window and drew her dark curtains back over the window.
"It was nothing. Just a dream. Right. You're not going crazy," she muttered to herself as she double checked the lock on her window before climbing back into bed. She could just go back to sleep and pretend like that never happened.
Well. She was able to go back to sleep but her dreams were full of that creepy song. She kept waking up thinking she was hearing the phantom carolers again only to hear nothing at all. Finally, she turned her radio on her favorite music station - thankfully not playing Christmas music anymore - and fell asleep once more. This time her dreams weren't as creepy.
