The Creep Show
A creepy thing happened on my way home from The Belle Writer’s Studio the other night.
Sunlight was waning, giving into darkness when I heard Sade, our pittie, scratch on the office door. I got up to let her in, only to see her walking up the driveway toward a vehicle parked by our gate.
Although it wasn’t completely dark, I turned on the porch light, thinking it may be a neighbor coming to collect Buddy, our once foster dog, who has been staying with us while his dad traveled for the holidays.
After a few seconds when the car neither advanced nor left the driveway, I stepped off of the porch and began walking up the hill.
Sade had also stopped, but began walking with me when I approached. As I got closer to the vehicle, I could tell it was a white or off-white nicer SUV, not the car I initially thought.
Sade was very apprehensive of the vehicle, sticking by my side, instead of running and barking as she normally does. Maybe her behavior made me feel that something was not quite right, but the closer we got, the more bad vibes I felt.
In years past, we’ve had problems with vacation homes at our end of the road being broken into during the off season and unfortunately, the Ozarks depicted in the movie, “Winter’s Bone,” is not far off the mark with regards to the meth problem in this region.
I could see well enough in the fading light to know the driver and passenger both looked up and saw Sade and I approaching.
That’s when they put the SUV into reverse, backing out of the driveway and then threw rocks speeding up the road.
Now I was really creeped out. Although people sightings are rare on our road, those who do find themselves here are usually lost, but knowing how wary property owners can be here, drivers always stop to explain what they’re doing, if they don’t ask for directions.
I called both of the full time neighbors at this end of the road to ask if they had visitors or were expecting any one that evening. They weren’t, so I relayed my story and both thanked me and said they would take extra precautions and lock up.
I’ve only been creeped out one other time here. When Dale was still working in the city, our dogs acted strange, growling and barking one night at something unseen behind our garage. Later, Emma, our Shepherd/Rottie mix, lunged at the door barking her fiercest bark.
We learned that fall, upon discovering discarded camping equipment along the shore not 150 yards from our house, that someone had been living near the lake.
I thought of the irony of this once city girl living in a place where just the appearance of people on a road becomes suspect and the presence of wild animals is normal routine.
Yes, we’ve beefed up security at Our Little House.
Do you have any stories when something about someone just didn’t feel right? This story actually leads into a great book giveaway beginning tomorrow. Come back on Friday to learn how you can win a copy of a cool new true crime book. Great reading for those long winter nights.