“Did you see that?” I whispered.
“What?” Ivy’s hand grabbed my upper arm.
I stood frozen in middle of the room. “Something ran in front of the window. Maybe a shadow.”
“How big was it?” Bryn’s voice lightly came from the side. I could barely make out his silhouette as he approached.
“I don’t know. It was a blur.”
The floor creaked as we stepped closer to the window and I could hear Ivy holding her breath. The air was electrified causing the hairs on my neck to stand on end. Bryn crept closer to us from the other side of the room.
All three of us jumped as a growling screech traveled out from under the couch.
“It’s a stinking cat,” Bryn turned his flashlight on and shone it in the direction of the culprit. The calico’s eyes reflected red as it stared at us.
“We live in a town that is over a hundred years old so you would think we would find something. I swear we are never going to find anything,” Bryn exhaled. “I think we would have better luck searching for aliens.”
“We are not going to find aliens in West Chester,” Ivy flicked the light switch on.
Well there you have it. I'm going to go and take a bottle of Tums.
Have a great weekend!
