owlspook

Gillette, United States

so who am I? / I’m owlspook / Queen of the Night Sky / Sorceress of the Western Fog / Lowly Poet / and / Weaver of Worlds

The Warning

The Warning

In the still of the night, the owl could be heard, calling “wake up, wake up, there’s someone downstairs” and the old man got out of bed moving ever so slow. Grabbing his shotgun, he walked quietly down the hall to the top of the stairs, careful to stay in the shadows.

He could hear the owl in the window tree flapping her wings and another sound from below came up to him, a rasping, grumbling, growling sound. He had never heard anything like it before. The owl urged him on so down the stairs he went. It was dark in the house and he couldn’t see much beyond shadow.

Just then off in the dining room he heard a noise. Whoever it was dropped something onto the floor and the then more crashing, breaking sounds! He inched toward the dining room shotgun ready. All the while the smashing and crashing continued. He reached the doorway. He knew the light switch was right inside. He reached over and flipped on the switch.
He had no time to think. A huge brown hulk of a creature loomed over him. His finger pulled the triggers. BAM! BAM! His heart racing he took two steps back. The brown hulk lay on the floor unmoving.

It took a moment for him to recover. And when he looked again closely at the brown hulk he realized it was a brown bear that must have gotten into the house! He then began to laugh and in the background he could hear the owl hooting as she flew away into the night sky.

ⓒ owlspook 2002

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