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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Mystery
- Published: 04/23/2023
A Scream In The Night
Born 1959, M, from Versailles, KY, United States![A Scream In The Night](/storage/story/77E6D4C0-E7A4-19EA-E565-970EB344A813_1682280219-image(360x285-crop).jpeg)
It was midnight. A full moon peeked out from behind a cloud. Bats were flying about in the night sky in search of nourishment. Up the street a car peeled out and zoomed off somewhere in the distance. An elderly woman stepped out on her porch calling for a cat while her neighbor called out for her to shut up.
I had taken my dog, Booger for a walk in the night. As he was trying pinch one off there came a terrifying scream through the darkness. One of those screams that makes your skin crawl. A scream that tells you someone is either dead or in need of help. You just know that someone has purchased the farm, kick the bucket, bit the dust, left the world of the living, departed this mortal coil.
Although I wanted to turn around and head toward my house, instead I had to be nosey and investigate where that scream originated from. I defiantly needed to find out it’s where-about. If someone had been murdered I was going to be the one to find what happened.
I am not the type of person to be out in the middle of the night. I am actually a nervous Nillie. The dark always gave me the heebie geebies. But I was determined. Actually, most would have just called me nosey.
I walked down the street till I came to a house where shadows danced about in the windows and gave the appearance of someone trying to drag a body.
This is where I was supposed to turn and run away.
NO SIR, not me. I am going to do some PI work and get my answers.
I walked across the yard staying in the shadows. I passed a big oak tree and stepped in a pile of dog crap in my night shoes. I walked across the yard dragging my right foot to wipe off the dog poo. Then my dog decided he wanted to bark at a squirrel. The squirrel scampered away and my dog wanted to chase him but I was able to restrain him.
I crept up to the side of the hose as I felt thorns start to pierce my body from a rose bush. Once I fought off that obstacle, I peeped around the window seal to get a good view of the living room.
I must say that my imagination was really in over drive for what I saw was nothing I could have ever imagined.
Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins were playing strip poker and when Mrs. Jenkins would lose, she would let out a scream, but the sad part was, Mr. Jenkins was on the losing end, and it was not a pretty sight.
I vowed at that very moment to never fall for something like that again.
A Scream In The Night(Ricky Sholar)
It was midnight. A full moon peeked out from behind a cloud. Bats were flying about in the night sky in search of nourishment. Up the street a car peeled out and zoomed off somewhere in the distance. An elderly woman stepped out on her porch calling for a cat while her neighbor called out for her to shut up.
I had taken my dog, Booger for a walk in the night. As he was trying pinch one off there came a terrifying scream through the darkness. One of those screams that makes your skin crawl. A scream that tells you someone is either dead or in need of help. You just know that someone has purchased the farm, kick the bucket, bit the dust, left the world of the living, departed this mortal coil.
Although I wanted to turn around and head toward my house, instead I had to be nosey and investigate where that scream originated from. I defiantly needed to find out it’s where-about. If someone had been murdered I was going to be the one to find what happened.
I am not the type of person to be out in the middle of the night. I am actually a nervous Nillie. The dark always gave me the heebie geebies. But I was determined. Actually, most would have just called me nosey.
I walked down the street till I came to a house where shadows danced about in the windows and gave the appearance of someone trying to drag a body.
This is where I was supposed to turn and run away.
NO SIR, not me. I am going to do some PI work and get my answers.
I walked across the yard staying in the shadows. I passed a big oak tree and stepped in a pile of dog crap in my night shoes. I walked across the yard dragging my right foot to wipe off the dog poo. Then my dog decided he wanted to bark at a squirrel. The squirrel scampered away and my dog wanted to chase him but I was able to restrain him.
I crept up to the side of the hose as I felt thorns start to pierce my body from a rose bush. Once I fought off that obstacle, I peeped around the window seal to get a good view of the living room.
I must say that my imagination was really in over drive for what I saw was nothing I could have ever imagined.
Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins were playing strip poker and when Mrs. Jenkins would lose, she would let out a scream, but the sad part was, Mr. Jenkins was on the losing end, and it was not a pretty sight.
I vowed at that very moment to never fall for something like that again.
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Marla
04/29/2023Oh, goodness! I love the humor in this! And Booger is might be the best pet name I've heard in a while...might have to use that one on a pet someday. How could anyone possibly be in a bad mood after saying, "Come here, Booger!"
Thanks for sharing this story! You make people smile.
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Ricky Sholar
04/30/2023Thank you Marla.
May your trails be filled with happiness.
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R. I. C. K. Y
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Shelly Garrod
04/25/2023That was quite a story Ricky. Funny. Not the ending I was expecting. Well done. loved it. sometimes it doesn't pay to be a nosey neighbor lol!
Blessings Shelly
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Ricky Sholar
04/25/2023Thank you.
I wasn't really sure how this one would end.
May your trails be filled with happiness.
R. I. C. K. Y
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