My family has a lake house in this seasonal town. Down on the shore of Lake Michigan, there are huge dunes, fields of grass, and gulleys. My friends and I once stayed on the beach until long after dark when the moon only reflects a small sliver of water. From the shore, the tops of these dunes seem to come to life in a way that we are unable to see, but can feel. My great grandmother passed on stories of beings appearing at these places with unknown motives; though she was written off as crazy I know exactly what she's taking about. It's the feeling of being observed that is the most unsettling, and on this night we struggled to find the path going up to the road although I use it frequently in the daylight. It seemed as if there was an aura or energy coming from the peak of the dunes, that couldn't have been accounted for by the minimal light from the moon. In these situations, I sometimes notice the noises of the crickets and dune grass to be too loud or too quiet. For me, there is an inclination that something much older and imposing that inhabits the dunes after the tourists leave the beaches for the night. I've also seen strange, large organizations of lights moving abnormally fast or slow in night sky, although this doesn't bother me as much as the unknown phenomena on the ground.