Lately we’ve been having warm days. Today was another such case, we also had rain. When the rain cools, we get lovely fog. I adore it since I live in front of woods, its like being on the moors. I enjoy the macabre and creepiness such places visually share. Little did I know I would be about to find out what else the fog holds.
At about 3:20 am, I heard a weird scratching on my bedroom window. I was sitting in my living room watching a movie in the dark. I grabbed some scissors incase the person got in before I could reach my bat and my sword. As I approached the bedroom, the noise got louder. It was coming from directly beside my bed.
When my shadow cast across the window from a light I turned on in the living room, the noise stopped mid scratch. I went for my phone and texted my father’s messenger, hesitant to call. While I debated it, I opened the front door. Pogo was standing out there fluffed up and scared. He made hardly a sound and practically climbed up the storm door.
When I did call, Dad scolded me for holding back but he joined me outside. We were going to look around the bedroom window for human foot prints. Then we heard the scratching. We followed it to the back yards. We stopped and listened.
It was coming from across the creek. The dogs my neighbors have usually bark at anything and everything that goes by, even me in my kitchen. We kept hearing the scratching and listened to how long and drawn out it was. Then we heard the thump and the dogs started barking.
Pogo was silent, abnormally silent. I think he could tell we were both intrigued by the noise and yet fearful of what it could be. The birds that are usually awake during the daylight hours were twittering away at an odd speed, as if something unnerved them or woke them from their nests.
Then in the darkness and grey fog, something ran into the woods. It didn’t sound human.
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