The other day I started reading a book. In the first chapter (a prologue I think) someone is killed at their beach house. It's presented in a way that makes it sound like it's very secluded (although, later in the book someone breaks into the house and doesn't want to turn on the lights because the neighbors will see them).
For those of you that know me, I may have mentioned that the house I currently live in is very secluded. You can't see it from the road and there are no neighbors that can see the house (or hear me if I were to scream).
That's a picture of my "driveway" above. A pizza delivery guy once called me and asked me for directions to my house from the spot where this was taken. I told him to just follow it and that my house was the only thing at the end of that "drive / road".
Anyway, so I was reading this book that killed off a character in the opening pages of the book. Then, a few nights later - for the first time in the three years that I've lived here - I heard something just outside of the fence that sounded like a human walking in the woods. It was around 3 in the morning (Oreo wanted out) and it freaked me out. Oreo growled and it stopped. Then it started moving again. That happened a couple of times and I fought the urge to call out because I wasn't in a position to defend myself. I felt it better to hope that they would just move on if I didn't acknowledge them.
This happened several nights in a row at different areas of the property - just outside of the fence each time. I've heard animals move around in the woods around my house but nothing has ever sounded like this before. Despite that, I worked hard to convince myself that it was some kind of animal.
Then, a couple of nights ago I took Oreo out and he was moving around in front of the house where there is a pile up of leaves and it sounded like what I'd heard around the property. I felt such relief because now I could tell myself - and believe it could be true - that it was an animal I had been hearing, even though I've never heard that in the three years I've lived here.
Well, earlier today I went out with the dogs. Near the area where I first heard sounds outside of the fence, there was what looked like a large gatorade bottle on the ground! I suppose it's possible that it could've been littered somewhere else and the weather blew it near my house. Or even an animal could've brought it there, chewing on it or playing with it like a toy. But, given the rest of the circumstances that have been present this past week, I'm not as convinced (again) that it was an animal.
I love the privacy I have because of the seclusion of the house but, in times like this, living on top of each other has its benefits too!
Just saying!
