If I had been asleep, I might not have been so frightened. However, I was fully conscious and watching TV. I heard a small noise. Doesn't it always start that way?
It was a sound like an animal clawing at something with one tiny clawing, picking sound. Then, there was another followed in close succession by several sounds closer together. The hair on my arms stood up. What wanted in my house so badly?
But, maybe it was something clawing at a bucket or box outside, things going out on trash day. I peeked out the picture window. Nothing. I peeked out the window of the door. Nothing. I opened the door and nothing was on the porch. I stepped onto the porch and looked at the picture window and wall below. I slammed the door as I quickly stepped back inside.
The sound was louder and less thin. It was definitely a bear trying to get into something. You do know bears can rip off car doors? This sound was definitely coming from the wall of the house!
What? The sound shifted. It is in the neighbor's yard? What could be happening? I fell onto the bed, really worried and fearing whatever it was!
Fireworks? But, the usual suspects were not shooting off fireworks because I can see those from the picture window near the door. My mind was spinning.
The slight sounds evolved into muffled booms and I realized it was fireworks further off. There is a church near a park that utilizes the park for different events. Maybe the city was shooting fireworks? At any rate, I was annoyed at my 45 seconds of fearful confusion.
It took my heart about an hour to calm down!
After about ten minutes, the noise ended. I never did get in the car to see the event. Oh well!
Lest you think I have a lot of fear and even more of an imagination, let me put that thought to rest.
When we first moved here, we could distinctly hear voices that were blocks away. Voices from the north distinctly came from the south! The high school band could be heard in our back and side yard even though the band is blocks away and on the other side of the house. We could clearly hear anyone on the microphone speaking to band students or football players during practice. Yes, we could hear the band performances and everything said at ball games. We finally just accepted it, voices and all.
Other people who have been in my back yard have questioned where the voice came from. People have thought the neighbors were loud. My friend John, guy who died, knew me for twenty years and still commented on the freaky noises as we were right outside the side door in the yard. You can hear it at other places in the yard, but the sounds of reverberating voices and other sounds are clearer right at the side door and into same side in the front yard, all beside the house, not in the front or behind the house. John would always comment on the voices as he was in the side yard.
THE REAL PROBLEM: The sound seems to come from the opposite direction! That is the part that confuses people new to my side yard.
Neighbors who have been here cannot hear the same sounds in their yards. My children could hear the band in their bedrooms which were upstairs. Of course, we knew the source of the sound when they were upstairs.
John and others figured the sound was bouncing off the house next to me. I suppose. But, the fear last night was palpable to me. Yet, it was no wild animal trying to get into my home. Even now, I can step into the side yard and hear conversations. They are real, just conversations from the high school.
Have you ever had a situation where sounds from a far distance are heard clearly from a different direction? Has a sound ever really frightened you to the point you were fearful?