Mystical cats and other senses
Jun. 13th, 2003 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silversolitaireDear God... there just was the most horrible sound outside... it sounded like an animal dying. First it sounded like a hiss, but then it was this mournful, suffering continuous squeal, again and again, getting louder and louder! I ran outside but I couldn't really tell where it came from. At some point I wasn't even sure anymore if it was a real sound or just a figment of my muddled brain. Or maybe it was the wind whistling through something. But then it sounded so alive... so dying. I got really worried and scared... scared of what I might find, and worried about whoever was suffering there.
I went back inside and the screaming just wouldn't stop. I couldn't take it and ran outside again. It suddenly got cut off. I couldn't help it, I was worried for Sherlock. I wanted to see him and know he's okay. You can tell that it's midsommar soon, the sky isn't really dark, but still not enough for me to see. So I tried to use my other senses, not my eyes. I closed my eyes and just listened. I heard the wind, and the highway nearby, the squeaking of the wind wheels turning, rustling leaves, the tentative chirp of birds waking up, the soft gurgle of the small rivulet into the pond... I was reaching out for Sherlock, imaging what he'd sound like, what he'd smell like. And then I heard a distant mew and my heart jumped. I didn't even realize yet what I was hearing when it turned into a loud and clear meow. I literally jumped out of my skin and turned around, squinting into the darkness. And there he was, Sherlock. He knew I had been looking for him. At this moment I was scared beyond reason, endlessly relieved and shaking all over. Without thinking much I grabbed him and pressed him to my chest. I just held him, silently, and he let me. After a moment he started purring and snuggled up to me. I was still worried, but I felt endlessly relieved...
I went back inside and the screaming just wouldn't stop. I couldn't take it and ran outside again. It suddenly got cut off. I couldn't help it, I was worried for Sherlock. I wanted to see him and know he's okay. You can tell that it's midsommar soon, the sky isn't really dark, but still not enough for me to see. So I tried to use my other senses, not my eyes. I closed my eyes and just listened. I heard the wind, and the highway nearby, the squeaking of the wind wheels turning, rustling leaves, the tentative chirp of birds waking up, the soft gurgle of the small rivulet into the pond... I was reaching out for Sherlock, imaging what he'd sound like, what he'd smell like. And then I heard a distant mew and my heart jumped. I didn't even realize yet what I was hearing when it turned into a loud and clear meow. I literally jumped out of my skin and turned around, squinting into the darkness. And there he was, Sherlock. He knew I had been looking for him. At this moment I was scared beyond reason, endlessly relieved and shaking all over. Without thinking much I grabbed him and pressed him to my chest. I just held him, silently, and he let me. After a moment he started purring and snuggled up to me. I was still worried, but I felt endlessly relieved...
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Date: 2003-06-13 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-13 03:17 pm (UTC)As for the investigation, maybe Malin has some tips? Something I can do to make spirits leave? Just in case? Or maybe what I should do just live in peace with them. I mean I don't want to drive them away as long as they behave and leave me alone >_<.
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Date: 2003-06-14 05:19 pm (UTC)