I woke up in the middle of the night again last night (this has been an on and off running theme for months), as my back was sore enough that I could not sleep. I got up, went to the bathroom, looked out the window (clear, lots of stars, sliver of a moon rising over the northeast shelter belt), and took an ibuprofen. I farted around on the computer for an hour, waiting for the painkillers to kick in, then headed back to bed.
Unfortunately, I bumped Hubby’s feet on the way, as they were hanging off the end of the bed and into the narrow corridor between bed and dresser, that I had to navigate in the dark to get to my own side. “Huh? What time is it?” He grunted as he woke.
I crawled into bed and tried to get comfortable. I don’t think I had been laying there for more than a few minutes when there was this piercing shriek-y howl off in the distance. Not coyote – we hear coyote most nights, and it sounds nothing like that. Then, more shrieking, cackling voices joined the howl, getting closer and closer to the house. Some sounded like they might be in the forest behind the house, even. It was one of the creepiest noises I have ever heard, only slightly less hair-raising than a cougar cry.
“Can you hear that?” I asked Hubby, “Sure is freaky…”
“Werewolves.” He replied.
“Can’t be, the moon’s not full. Sounds like harpies to me”.
“Too low – harpies fly”.
We debated for a minute about where we might have left the silver bullets, but the cacophony dropped off, back to one freaky voice in the distance, then died altogether.
I had some weird dreams after that.
Sure wish I knew what creatures had really made that noise…