Post by Escaping from Venice. The Air on Dec 13, 2023 23:29:56 GMT -6
I went back into the kitchen. Rigo was eating as if nothing had happened and so I concentrated on dinner. A feeling of uneasiness assailed me and did not abandon me for the whole evening. After dinner, sitting on the couch reading, I couldn't concentrate. Rigo slept on the carpet as always. I went to bed, hoping to fall asleep soon and put the day behind me. Muffled noises woke me up. I looked at the time on the cell phone I kept on the bedside table. It was 3:20. I heard those noises again and recognized the source. They were coming from the dining room.
It was Rigo who was running, pawing across the floor without caring about his Phone Number Data roommate who was sleeping. Standing on the threshold of the living room, I saw him running far and wide, chasing I don't know what. It was dark, the only brightness was the light from the street lamps that penetrated the window curtains. I always kept the shutter up, so the room was never completely dark, but I could only see the cat, not what it was hunting. Mice had never been seen in the house, perhaps it was an insect. I entered. The sense of uneasiness gripped me again and an unstoppable shiver ran down my spine like liquid ice.
The cat continued to chase its mysterious prey, then jumped, trying to grab it, fell back to the floor, and ran away again. I turned on the light. Rigo stopped. The window curtains lifted as if moved by a non-existent wind. At the base of my neck I felt the hairs stand on end. A sense of agitation took possession of me. I turned to the cat: he was watching me, purring and narrowing his eyes. I checked the front door to be sure and found it locked. And so do the windows. I went back to bed, but I couldn't sleep anymore. I was scared, even though I didn't know why.
It was Rigo who was running, pawing across the floor without caring about his Phone Number Data roommate who was sleeping. Standing on the threshold of the living room, I saw him running far and wide, chasing I don't know what. It was dark, the only brightness was the light from the street lamps that penetrated the window curtains. I always kept the shutter up, so the room was never completely dark, but I could only see the cat, not what it was hunting. Mice had never been seen in the house, perhaps it was an insect. I entered. The sense of uneasiness gripped me again and an unstoppable shiver ran down my spine like liquid ice.
The cat continued to chase its mysterious prey, then jumped, trying to grab it, fell back to the floor, and ran away again. I turned on the light. Rigo stopped. The window curtains lifted as if moved by a non-existent wind. At the base of my neck I felt the hairs stand on end. A sense of agitation took possession of me. I turned to the cat: he was watching me, purring and narrowing his eyes. I checked the front door to be sure and found it locked. And so do the windows. I went back to bed, but I couldn't sleep anymore. I was scared, even though I didn't know why.