A car door slammed (or at least something that sounded like that). I bolted up in bed. I tiptoed down the hallway to the kitchen and looked out the window into the driveway. My car sat there, red alarm light blinking contentedly inside the door.
The empty street was dark. The neighbor's door was shut. All looked calm.
And then it appeared. The raccoon from Chernobyl waddled along the fence. I wondered how the fence sustained that creature's weight. Seriously, the thing was the size of a golden retriever.
I was glad to be inside.
What thing has gone bump in the middle of your night?
4 years ago