I am walking a trail to my home, it is late, the moon is full, the sky is clear, the dark is moon lite, it is quite, and the trees are silhouetted by flickering streetlights on the far corners. I look ahead, it is long and dark, but still I can see a path to my home. I’m walking, on my left side, the street, wide, and pitch black across it, and on my right side, shadows, thick. If I squint my eyes into the shadows on my right side I see, doors, windows, yards, garbage cans; houses. My thoughts are a drift as I take these common steps to my home I have done for years and years, in other words, my feet are on automatic pilot towards my destination; home. In the quite of the night, I only hear my thoughts, then a strange sound, up ahead-of-me on my-right side, the sound, its almost like, whispering, as I get closer, its sounds more like, movement, dragging, no, more like, children shushing each other, its coming from the shadows of a hedge in the drive way of a house. Ss I draw closer toward it, towards the sound. I realized it is behind the hedge; that sound of care full movements. A rustling, a patter of footsteps, clicking sounds on the hard stone ground. Then, finally I have reach were the sounds are coming from; closer, closer, closer I draw near, I am now, next to were the sounds are coming from but intend to keep passing by it, so I look, there it is.

There are seven of them, identical, the same color the same height the same everything.

One pauses after I stop, widened eyed to see clearer in the dark, which I shouldn’t of. One of them pauses to my widened eyes, pauses as if it did not detect or expect my approach and presence, it looked at me, with flickering glowing eyes reflecting the flickering street lights, somewhat surprised but not startled enough to stop what it was doing or about to do, but the others, just ignored me, like they didn’t care that I had stumbled upon to witness what no mortal eyes should.

There was one on two feet, it had its back turned to me, but look quickly around to see if anyone was watching or about to see what it was about to do, it glared at me, for a second, its eyes, glowing, yellow, like its body color, like the other six, but it ignored me. Like it didn’t even care I was standing right there, I could not believe my eyes, theses seven identical creatures were moving in a manner that most of us are not use to seeing in real life, only in fairy tale, only in our bizarre dreams. The one on two feet, hopped up on the garbage can they were surrounding in front of the house as the others looked at it with anticipation and excitement. The one who hopped up on the can had reach into it and pulled out a tied up plastic bag, using two hands to hold the bag, then, jump down landing on two feet not four still holding the bag, and started to untie it with the others, like, people digging into a bin of free stuff in a store, it was barbaric and eerie, seeing the monkey like body language, these creatures had featured to get into the tied plastic bag. All identical all the same height all darting there eyes back and fourth at each other and then down-back on the bag like it was Christmas or something. Cats are not suppose to behave this way, let alone look exactly the same and whisper to each other; hurry up and open it I’m starving. I am standing there and staring at the animation of these animals, finally one stops, looks right at me, like it was tired of me staring, it calmly grabs the bag, as the rest also stop, and then they walk into the thick of the shadows to continue there raid of the garbage bag…creepy.

Tara

Jessica

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James

Marcia