Something is in my house
 

I'm sitting in my house, in the office; I've been in here most of the day and night, working on reports and occasionally dropping in to the Cellar, and I've gradually become aware of a noise, a pattern of noises, in the house.

It's almost midnight. All the lights in the rest of the house are off. The big windows look out on absolute blackness, reflecting me back at me. I wish I had curtains. Anything outside can see me, but I can't see out.

I'm a long way from the nearest neighbor.

I'm definitely not alone.

I've got my back to the door, and I don't want to turn around.

What ever it is, it is getting closer.

The noise is a scratch. A hiss. A drip. Muted breathing. Unintelligible sounds. Dark, primitive sounds. A cry, a cough; like a baby choking. A sound like a knife; a sound like a bat; a noise like a hound, digging up a corpse, claws scratching on a coffin lid.

Like a baby, scratching.

A wooden box, a hollow cough. A feather on my neck. Across my eye, a paper cut. Does that give you some idea? Imagine a big wet worm in your ear. Or a roach, crawling in and you can't move your arms. That's what I'm hearing. That's what I'm feeling.

I will send this before I

so you got cut off writing but you still were able to click reply... SHINADIGANS!

I bet he heard his big dog farting in his sleep.

Who resurrected Poe?

shouldn't this be in the "Creative" forum?

How do you know it was even "him" that was writing it? Maybe "the noise" clicked on reply.

This is like an episode of Freaky Links...

His forehead hit the button as he slumped forward in his chair.

Something was in my house last night, too.

My cats killed it.

Crap, and there haven't been any posts from him since. Do we have to wait three freaking days for HIM to arise, or what?

maybe it was a "her"

But but...how is "she" hunglikejesus?

it'd sure be interesting finding out

No no no she is "hunglikemary"

So....I just got back from a quick trip to Colorado...did I miss anything interesting?