When I was in my teens, my family went for a retreat to an old bungalow near the sea. There was this huge mango tree at the side of the garden. Woke up around 3am due to being in unfamiliar surroundings and noticed my dad outside the garden staring at the mango tree. Couldn't get back to sleep so I joined my dad out on the garden. We kept looking at those big juicy mangoes located very high up the tree and at that time, I thought it was a grand idea to climb up and pluck some of them at 3 in the morning. Climbed up to about 15 feet and started plucking those mangoes while my dad collected them below. While I was trying to reach a particular mango on a faraway branch, I felt like my hair fell down covering half of my face. So I absent-mindedly tuck it behind my ears. As I tried to reach it again, it fell down covering part of my face again. Then I just froze. Since when did I keep my hair long? (I'm a guy btw) I didn't dare to look up and kept staring down at my dad who was busy picking up mangoes and didn't have a clue what was happening. Slowly made my way down and only picked up the courage to look up once both my feet were firmly planted on the ground. I didn't manage to see anything but I thought I heard a faint female laughter coming from up the tree.