03 February, 2009
1. I'm brushing my teeth. Outside, all is dark--even the sliver of moon is not in view.
Kr. Krah. K-k-k-kr-raaaah.
I tense. A cold sweat breaks out. There's something primordial about hearing sounds you cannot identify (this is a noise that sounds like it's made by something crossed between a bird and a reptile) in the pitch dark.
I get out of there double time.
2. I'm in bed with the Godfather (read that how you will ;D)
Don-don-don.
Someone's walking up the stairs to our front porch!!
Don-don-don-don-don.
What. The. Hell.
3. A strong believer in the if-my-eyes-are-shut-it's-not-there philosophy, I turn my light off and try to go to sleep.
Roll roll roll roll. (sorry, I don't know how to make rolling sounds, whut)
Roll roll roll roll. (in the other direction now)
Roll roll roll roll. (past my window again)
Roll roll thump rahr! --scrambling noises-- (hah, rolled off the porch and onto the cactus, huh?)
Don-don-don. (up the stairs again for another go)
4. At least, unlike when I lived in the inner suburbs, it's not my neighbours having sex.
Fucking animals. (take that how you will)
4 comments:
re: 4 -- LMAO, WHAT. I can safely say that, living in an area largely comprised of elderly retirees, that has never happened to me. Thank goodness. 8D;;
But yes, mystery night sounds are creepy as. >:
I don't think I know of any animals that make rolling noises. :0
also what! in all my time in the inner suburbs I am so glad I have never heard anyone having sex, neighbours or otherwise.
They were...rolling. :x
LOL, wombats?
If I were a wombat, I wouldn't walk. I'd just.... roll. >___>
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