On Halloween night I went to bed early, exhausted from the day’s activities. Drifting off easily, I slept until something stirred me, waking me with a cold chill. A noise outside my door. A scratching sound. Maybe a limb against my window?
A glance to the bedside clock showed 11:57 p.m. Almost midnight.
Thinking it my imagination, I dismissed the noise, but sleep would not return. My nerve endings were on full alert. With blankets pulled to my nose, I watched without blinking, listened to hear what wasn’t there.
Another unfamiliar sound. It was not my imagination, I was certain.
In the distance I heard the shriek of a bird, maybe an owl. Haunting. Eerie. And I sensed something, someone, footsteps? The rustle of leaves?
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
“Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.”
― Edgar Allan Poe