Clop Clop Clop
By kto on Apr 04, 2008
I wake up at 4AM wondering why I've woken up. I lay there with my eyes open and I hear a strange sound "clop clop clop". What is that sound? It sounds like dress shoes, no, more like high heels on the concrete walk outside the bedroom windows.
The windows and blinds are closed, then there is the sound again "clop clop clop". It has GOT to be someone walking around my backyard. Why would someone be walking around my backyard? I lay there wondering what to do. I could grab my king size MagLite flashlight and step outside in my boxers and see who is there, would that be a wise move? I should probably buy a shotgun for these kind of events, wonder if the wife would approve of that kind of purchase, I could keep it under the bed. She of course is sleeping soundly. Probably not the time to talk to her about buying a shotgun.
There it is again "clop clop clop"... then something different, "clup clup clup", a deeper sound, so I have a woman in high heels and a man in dress shoes walking around my back yard. The flashlight in boxers probably would not be a good idea, besides I'm very comfy in my warm bed right now. Should I call 911? I haven't really seen them, but they could be evil assassins, like that lady assassin on "CSI: NY" TV show. Oh geez, I should just get up and see who is in my yard, what is the big deal?
Then I hear it again, "clop clop clop" and a "clup clup clup". Ok, don't be silly, if someone is walking around my yard at 4AM, there must be a perfectly innocent reason. Maybe they are real estate agents, humm, at 4AM, nah. A neighbor looking for something? In high heels? At 4AM? I might do something like that (not in high heels) but none of my neighbors are that strange. Was I expecting a relative to show up? And the door was locked so they are walking around in high heels outside our bedroom window? Nah.
All of a sudden the sound changes... it moves, it moves so that it sounds like it is coming from inside the room. What the heck? I sit up in bed and look down at the floor below the windows, and there is the dog, licking itself, "clop clop clop ... clup clup clup".
I wonder if I could still talk the wife into the shotgun?