...Rustle, rustle...
"Oh... so it really happened! Our whole family heard it! My dad heard it first. He heard it more clearly and was woken right up. After he woke up, he woke my mom, and all the commotion woke the rest of us brothers. Our whole family heard it. It was footsteps, people stomping on the ground. A lot of people—at least a few hundred, I'd say. They weren't especially, especially in sync. Not as good as a military parade, but still impressive. They definitely weren't from around here. When my mom woke up, she even said, 'Who's got their TV turned up so loud? What are they watching in the middle of the night?' But it wasn't a TV. You could tell. There were no other sounds, just stomping and footsteps."
"Could you hear them moving? Did the sound stay in one direction, or could you hear them advancing toward somewhere?"
"To be honest, I couldn't tell. We were all scared that first night, and we didn't notice. It never occurred to us that it might be a ghostly march. We just wondered if some unit was drilling in the middle of the night... It had never happened before, but who knew? My younger brother even said there was going to be a war, and troops were being deployed. Even if you thought about a war, you wouldn't think of ghosts. The next day, we told people in the village. A lot of them hadn't heard anything. Some had, but like my mom, they thought it was a TV. Someone else said they'd yelled in the middle of the night for someone to turn off the TV. We heard that, too. Lots of people heard that fat auntie yelling—she's got a powerful voice, full of vigor."
"Didn't anyone