What Was That Sound?
The house was quiet. It was always quiet at 5:00 AM. I was able to study at this unearthly hour, so each morning, my weary body rolled out of bed. Consuming a cup of coffee helped. Oh yes! My books and notes seemed blurry this morning. I guess it was the lack of sleep last night. Bedtime came at the normal time, yet, sleep escaped my body. The quiet was almost screaming at me. My eyes jerked open! What was that sound? Sound? It was more of a whisper. "Who's there?" I cried. No one should be here. The kids were with my wife visiting relatives. This was supposed to be my time to finish the project. Editors were calling for the manuscript. I needed to complete it! More sounds...whispers... "Who's there?" I rose from the desk and tried to figure our where the sounds originated. Quietness. There it was, again. A scratching sound, then a whisper. This was getting spooky. I zoomed in on the direction and began moving, slowly, toward...