So we have searched the internet in regards to any answer to our questions. The White Mountains of New Hampshire or what we call the Whites are New Englands biggest range. 4000 ft plus peaks, as high as 6000 and all heights in between. Most of the range has long ridges with a valley up the middles where an old logging road turned into major routes over the last 200 years. Spruce and alpine forest mostly above 1800 ft, boreal everywhere else. During covid years 2020 and 2021 when restrictions were everywhere, my family and I chose to rv in a ski mountain parking lot with our motor home built for winter weather. Typically we head south to Costa Rica for the winter season as these incidents occur during the winter of December January February. We work outdoors so we are laid off during these months so we get out and live life. These are all true experiences without exaggeration as best we can explain. This was new years eve,eve. 2020. There was a nasty windy snow storm blowing hard and it was cold even for us New England people. We were in the motor home when we could hear laughter outside. Multiple murmurs of happy partying like people outside around a fire. It would come and go and never could we make any actual words out, just the faint people party noise, close by. Now there is nothing!, no power, light, trails ,camps, cars, people or anyone else anywhere that could make or create this laughter noise where we could hear it as close as it could be while inside a motor home. So I inspect. Put on battlegear or all the winter gear we do and walk around in the fresh snow, hard blowing wind and black. The sounds seemed close, then far, and leading away towards a frozen pond but no way anywhere around. So i head back. The wind blew my tracks out in the snow, but thankfully i knew the direction to the rv. Only a hundred feet or so away but could have been miles, all the time the party raged. Easily could have missed the rv and possibly succumbed to the elements had I gotten lost that night. It seemed like a lure. The next day there was feet of snow drifts and absolutely no people anywhere or had there been. I looked up Laughter in the Wind on the internet. This is how I learned of the term Stick Native American or other names used by the Salish tribes but they are of the pacific northwest. The tribes of native Americans in New England have long been erased without any written languages or accounts. Dont get me wrong there are some holdout families with alot of heritage but not like in the west. There is no name for this phenomenon in the east. Another incident occurred again while in the rv. We were in bed asleep while the snow was falling. There was a hard pound knock right by our heads from outside the rv. Three big ones no mistake. Got up, went out, nothing but fresh snow, no tracks. . Another incident, we have a love bug golden retriever. This dog knows no aggression, and sleeps by my side on the floor soundly. One night he started talking in his sleep. Full on sentences words, tone, the words were unrecognizable and nothing I have ever heard before or since. We have all heard doggie dreams yips and muffled barks, and chasing the rabbit in their dreams. This was not that. Another incident is a small one but worth noting, there is a reading light in the rv that has never worked since we bought it. It works on bad weather nights. That's it, . The whites are filled with unattended deaths in the winter. They happen ridiculously often as if on a feeding schedule for souls. Drownings, slips off cliffs, heart attacks from healthy people, freezing. Most all these happen away from trail heads or roads and up high. We think these phenomenon feed on souls, You are not supposed to say their name outloud or whistle as this brings them in. We think they walk among us without touching the ground. We think they can be seen as a shimmer camouflage with translucent light. We think they can turn sideways to become razor thin to dissappear.
If you use this information and look up unattended deaths in the Whites and have an opened mind, there could be something here. The questions we ask is there any one else having heard of this or any personal experience of their own. We should mention that the location rv may have alot to do with this. Its located in a valley of two long ranges. If for thousands of years this would have been a camp thru the range. There is a massive lowland to the north and to the south. This crack up the middle would be the route for all travelers. Its an old magical place. We since visit, now we leave chunks of meat, or tobacco outside our rv. This was recommended from the Salish tribes. Havnt had a problem since, and bonus, made friends with a raven.