The Lights Above the Trees

January 19, 2026

by Alanna

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (212 words)

"Lena and her friend Maya were having a sleepover at Maya’s cabin. Late in the evening, they noticed a soft, pulsing glow outside the bedroom window. At first, they thought it was fireflies, but the light was too steady and too high up. They watched for a long time, their faces pressed to the cool […]"

Lena and her friend Maya were having a sleepover at Maya’s cabin. Late in the evening, they noticed a soft, pulsing glow outside the bedroom window. At first, they thought it was fireflies, but the light was too steady and too high up.

They watched for a long time, their faces pressed to the cool glass. Three soft spheres of light drifted silently in the dark sky. They moved together, weaving a slow pattern against the stars. After a while, the lights descended, seeming to drop down right behind the tall pine trees at the edge of the property.

Lena whispered, “That’s not a helicopter. It’s too quiet.” Maya was quiet for a moment, then suggested they might be watching something not from here. Lena felt a chill, but she couldn’t think of any other explanation.

They were too frightened to stay by the window. They told Maya’s father, who said it was probably just a trick of the light and that they should go to bed. The two girls ended up sleeping on the floor, pulling the blanket over their heads for comfort.

The next morning, they told their classmates about the silent lights. Everyone laughed and said they had imagined it. A few nights later, they saw the lights again.

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