There’s nuthin’ much better than a fall evening here on the hill. The noises of the day – motors of various types, crummy music from overdriven stereos in passing cars, people chattering – fade as folks head for home to prepare for night. Through the open windows, a gentle breeze blows, slightly billowing the sheer drapes.
Darkness falls. Crickets begin their regular performance. At the back of the house, he branches of the ancient oak tree creak a little, disturbed by the wind. So peaceful…. so rustic…. so downright soothing.
And then, a stirring. Not something that can be heard initially, but something that can be felt. When I sense it, the hair stands up on the back of my neck, and my heart turns to ice water and runs down into my guts. No. Please. Not again. Leave me alone. I’ve done nothing to deserve this. Why me? Read the rest of this entry »
