A few days ago, our upstairs window was open, and I heard a horrible plaintive wailing, possibly from a mortally wounded animal or a child in distress. It sounded like it was coming from the street in front, so I went outside. I stood a long time and just listened. Sometimes there was nothing, deadly quiet, but then that awful piercing cry resumed.
Later, Dale and a neighbor were talking out in front, and they heard it. The two of them walked around, probably talking more than listening, but still. Nothing. The sound was haunting the entire neighborhood, but no one could figure out what it was or where it was coming from.
While I was on the phone with my sister complaining about the strange sound, she said maybe I should call the homeowner’s association. It was the middle of the afternoon, unencumbered by darkness, so I decided to risk it all. I said, “I’m going outside. If I lose you, I’ll call you back.”
I walked to the front porch, still in my Minnie Mouse jammies, and just stood quietly, listening. My sister was still on the line, and I put the phone out in the air so she could hear it. Oh, yeah. She heard it, too. What in the world could this be?
As I faced the street, the sound seemed to be coming from the house on the right. They hadn’t been home in some days, and I began to worry. Maybe their cat was hurt. Maybe they were inside butchered and dying. I walked up to the garage and put my ear to the door. I could hear the wailing, but it wasn’t coming from the garage.
The sound was fierce, and my heart was racing. “Cheryl, are you still there? It’s getting louder. I’m closing in on it.”
Ever-so-slowly, I turned away from the garage and found myself staring down at an evil black cat, spinning and wailing. However, now I could now see the cat was plastic. And presumably battery-operated. Probably with a timer. Possibly with remote speakers, because this thing could crank out some noise.
“I’m going to put ze phone down,” I said to my sister, channeling Teri Gar from Young Frankenstein, as in, “Put ze candle back.” And then I looked around to see if anyone was watching. The coast was clear, and I carefully picked up the cat. I found a switch on the bottom, and I turned it off.
And then there was peace.
I hope I’m not morphing into a curmudgeon, but Halloween? Enough already. I dread the trick-or-treaters, but there’s no way out.
I’m going to join you in curmudgeonly-ness and say that “When I was a girl, Halloween wasn’t such a big deal AND it was for kids only. You’re lucky if a house had one pumpkin on the porch with a damn candle in it, let alone hundreds of dollars of Halloween crap decorating it.” And by next Halloween, I’ll be living on an island where Halloween is one of the 2 occasions per year that warrants a fireworks display (the other being Canada Day). Apparently there are lots of pagans living there, is the reason I was told. Well, if you can’t beat ’em, I guess I’ll be joining ’em. Hah!
Deb
Our neighborhood is astonishing, actually. Some of the decorations are quite elaborate. I’m so over Halloween, but I don’t know. Hanging around with pagans can’t be all bad.
I’m pretty much a born-again pagan already. I’ll fit right in.
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Smart woman! I bet your other neighbors are happy. We’ve been turning out the porch light for a long time now. I don’t care if people think we’re sex offenders. We never got many kids, and always had a lot of candy left over. Yes, I am a curmudgeon.
I would LOVE to turn off the porch light, but my husband doesn’t agree, so I guess I’ll go along to get along.
I love Halloween as a kids day. This is not a dangerous event and I was saddened years ago when some churches began having “safe alerternatives to Halloween”. I had to control myself from responding on Facebook to a former coworker’s post last Saturday of her with grandchild at a Trunk and Treat event at their church. I understand how kids love to get candy but those events are in daylight and there is no fun with going car to car. I bet most of the kids also go out at night. Let’s get kids diabetic at a young age,
You made me laugh, and you also helped me remember how much I used to love Halloween. I’ll try to be less curmudgeonly and get in the spirit of getting kids diabetic tonight.