Heh, I'd love for a group like that to visit the place I grew up in. There were old native mounds in the bottoms and, every night, even in winter, you could hear the drums, sometimes singing. It soothed me to sleep as a kid, and, to be candid, I didn't know the difference between a spirit and a normal person back then. I mean, how could I? No one believed me when I told them of my "friends in the woods" with the leather clothes and feathers in their hair.

Now I know they were spirits, not living people. But back then? I still remember the multiple times being told to NOT do something I wanted to do, because it was dangerous and I could get hurt.