After the harsh review of my last story I figured let's write a new one. I do not know all of what had happened that night. But I do stand by the fact in it that they are all true. I will not use the infamous filing system I invented instead it will be more straight foreward.
Recently I decided to go camping with a few of my buddies. I have one friend who is from the west and is a full blooded Navajo indian. While we were out we were talking about anything and everything. I promise there were no drugs or alchohol near us. The area we were in was a small clearing with a stream in the middle. This is one of my favorite places in the world. In the middle of the clearing is the stone that years ago was hit by lightning, or so we believe, and looks almost like a chair. On this night we did what we normally do we put bramble around our camp made the fire pit and laid out our sleeping bag.
This is during hunting season. 2 of us kept watch out of habit. Around midnight I was woke up for my turn since I needed to use the restroom I went to the small pit we dug for this reason. As I was doing my business I for some reason was looking at the rock and it looked like there was a man sitting there from his garb I'd say he was a Cherokee.
Next thing I know fleet foot my Navajo friend says in an eerie voice "A li s de lv di A li s de lv di", I used the phonectics here, the weird part is my navajo friend doesn't speak Cherokee but he spoke it. It was then that I noticed an arrow sticking out of the mans midsection. Now the only reason I know he was speaking in Cherokee is because I know a bunch of Cherokees and have heard the language before.
Right now I'm trying to learn the language and that is one of the first things they teach you. Now the rest of the night was quiet uneventful. Because after saying this my friend started falling and I caught him and in doing so looked away from the stone. When I looked back the stone was empty.
Now this may have just been a dream but it felt too real for that to be true.