It was a cool evening in the fall and I was enjoying the view out of my living room window. The red maple trees in the median in front of my house and across the street were a striking bold red color this season, noticeable even in these early evening hours. When the maples turn color, they are always pretty but this year they seemed to be especially striking. Then I walked toward the back of my house and looked out at the covered patio and into my back yard. It was dusk by this time and I noticed a couple of items I had inadvertently left out when I was working in the back yard. I thought I could easily remove them without spending a lot of time outside as it got darker, so I walked out the patio door for a quick tidy-up of the back yard.
Then I heard a noise – a soft moan. I thought I was alone, outside as nighttime approached, and now I was concerned. Was someone hurt? Who was it and exactly where were they? I waited a few moments – all was quiet. I went back into the house, flipped on the patio light, picked up a flashlight, and quietly tiptoed back outside. I heard the moaning again, but I couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from. I could see the patio area and back yard, and no one was there. I have very little lighting on the side of my house, so I pointed the flashlight down the side of the house where there is a walkway to the front yard. Again I heard a soft moan but saw no one. I stopped and looked around at my yard and then peeked into my neighbor’s yard to see if either Heather or Todd were hurt or needed help. No, there was no one there. I paused to consider…think. Then I realized nobody was hurt and the moaning was not coming from my yard or my neighbor’s yard. It was October and the evening was very still and quiet. The sound of my night visitor was emanating from My Morbid Mind. I’ve never been outside at night before when they were “entertaining” people I guess, because I’ve never been aware of the sound until now. I’m typically inside my house when it begins to get dark – whatever hour that might be.
I’ll remember this occurrence for quite awhile. I’m not likely to venture outside after dark in October again. That sound can definitely be concerning, and even a bit scary (which is the goal I guess).
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