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...what?

My feet slid softly on the wooden floor. My hands gripped the baseball bat leaning in the corner. I prayed that my heart would not beat out of my chest.

Why me? I'm no hero. What good will this bat do when I find..?  Find what?  Now, I was scared!  Do I go on? Do I fight? Fight what?

"I've got to calm down. Okay, relax!  Breathe.....

Whispers.....scratching.....getting stronger...
I leaned against the nearest wall, trying to relax. My legs feel like jelly. Strength fading...

More whispers and scratching....fear growing...must find whoever...whatever is in my home.

Move legs...don't faint...

Little by little, I made my way toward...what?  Whispers and scratching, fear.... I inched my way.

Finally, I stood in the hallway outside our den as whispers and scratching sounds grew louder. I wanted to look...just to see...what, or who was inside.

This is too much.  I must know.  My heart is pounding.  Surely my presence is known.  I'm gasping for air.  Whispers.....scratching.....

I made up my mind. Open your eyes, step into the room...what is it?

I saw a...
It was a...
Too much.
My heart.  Breathing stopped!
Darkness!

Quiet. The smell of coffee.  My head hurts.

Where am I?
My hands felt the warm floor. I opened my eyes and saw...light.  The sun shone brightly through the picture window in our den.  I pushed my hands underneath me and sat up.

Listening...I heard...nothing.

Okay legs, let's stand. Eyes...let's check out the den.  I took a slow look-a-round.  Nothing. No one, and quiet, except for my heart.

I walked around the den and discovered nothing out of the ordinary. My favorite book was still on the side table. Yesterday's newspaper lay in my recliner and my socks where they fell last night.

All seemed normal.  Just then I saw a book laying on the seat of our new chair.  I didn't recognize the cover or title, so I picked up the unknown book.

A gasp escaped my lips. The title was...
No, it couldn't be!  It was not possible!

I opened the book.  It was...
It was my completed project!  My book!
How?
As I stood there...flabbergasted,  my memory returned.  I had seen them...the whispering...the scratching....

The book?
"A visit into the unknown." 

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