..Bump in the Night

It’s nice living on acreage with a house in the middle of nowhere, it really is. The pond is relaxing, the nearest neighbor is over 200 yards away, and it’s quiet.

Most of the time that’s a good thing. It makes it easy to sleep. However, there are nights when the quiet is pierced with a howling sound that I can only describe as a cross between a drunk man screaming at the top of his lungs and an owl. It’s frightening. I have no idea what it is and I’m not entirely sure I want to find out, either.

It’s kind of creepy, because it seems to be on a schedule. It’s always sometime between 2:00 and 2:30 AM. If I had to put it on a scale with a severe thunderstorm (you know, the kind that strike lightening in your front yard) and a tornado, it would fall somewhere between the two…and I HATE lightening/thunder.

Last night, however, I didn’t hear the screams, I heard what sounded like a dog moaning. Again, around 2:00 AM.

I haven’t slept well the past two nights. Hopefully, they’ll both be away tonight.