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« on: April 08, 2014, 04:02:04 AM »
I grabbed some paper towels and got down on the floor to clean up the mess I'd made. Just as I was finishing up, again came the shuffling. I froze and listened intently, trying hard to locate where it was coming from. It had to be in the back I decided, maybe . . . the kitchen. Slowing and quietly I moved in that direction, hoping to identify it. Then it stopped, so I waited; my breathing shallow, almost holding my breath as I focused on detecting any hint of sound. Then it came, as before, a shuffle, perhaps even scratching, so I continued to move in the direction it seemed to come from.
When I reached the kitchen doorway, I leaned out, just enough to peek in before entering; afraid I might disturb whatever it was into silence. I could see nothing, not on the floor, not on the counters, nor could I see anything through the windows. I let out a long breath, whether in relief or because I'd been holding it, I didn't know. I did know I wasn't imagining it, I couldn't be. Yes, I know my mind had tricked me with that snowman. And, I had to admit my grandmother's diary had some scary stuff in it, especially the part about my grandfather's fetish for clown suits. That alone was enough to send chills up my spine just thinking about it.
Then it was there again, this time loud enough that I knew it had to be real. The door, it was definitely coming from the kitchen door. I felt silly, it was probably just some local wildlife. Perhaps a neighbors dog or cat, though supposedly the nearest cabin was a half mile down the mountain. Then I remembered, no one was supposed to be up here according to the rental office. But who made the snowman? I hadn't thought about that. Someone had to be up here.
Again came the noise, definitely scratching and definitely from the door. I quickly I moved to the door and flung it open.
When I reached the kitchen doorway, I leaned out, just enough to peek in before entering; afraid I might disturb whatever it was into silence. I could see nothing, not on the floor, not on the counters, nor could I see anything through the windows. I let out a long breath, whether in relief or because I'd been holding it, I didn't know. I did know I wasn't imagining it, I couldn't be. Yes, I know my mind had tricked me with that snowman. And, I had to admit my grandmother's diary had some scary stuff in it, especially the part about my grandfather's fetish for clown suits. That alone was enough to send chills up my spine just thinking about it.
Then it was there again, this time loud enough that I knew it had to be real. The door, it was definitely coming from the kitchen door. I felt silly, it was probably just some local wildlife. Perhaps a neighbors dog or cat, though supposedly the nearest cabin was a half mile down the mountain. Then I remembered, no one was supposed to be up here according to the rental office. But who made the snowman? I hadn't thought about that. Someone had to be up here.
Again came the noise, definitely scratching and definitely from the door. I quickly I moved to the door and flung it open.
This was in reference to most posts I make, and I was being silly. There's a trend for 16-17 views, hence the "stable of readers" silly remark.