Maybe it was just the wind. Or a distant siren. I went back to what I was doing. What I was doing was scraping snow from the driveway. Again.
But wait. There it was again. I think?
I stopped to listen.
There was some... thing. Some thing. Something in the garage? Something sick. Or injured. Or both. In the garage.
I went into the garage, and then I heard it more clearly. It was in pain, but there was something else. Something mournful in the sound.
I looked around, but I couldn't see anything different. Where was the thing? What was the thing?
But then it became more clear. And a little weird, a little creepy. It said my name.
"Abbeeee... I'm so sad..."
"Abbeee... I've lost my will to live. I don't have purpose anymore..."
"Abbeee... it hurts. It hurts..."
"Abbee... I miss the old days..."
"Abbee... it's over. It feels like it's all over..."
There was more than one. Two. Maybe even three. I looked in the corner, and there they were. Pathetic creatures. Truly pathetic.
|L to R: Alice, Bella, Good Time Louie|
Oh sheesh. Drama queens I tellya.