I’ve lived in my share of weird houses over the years. I tend to watch horror films. I tend to hear noises.
I recently drove cross-country and bought a camper. I now live on a farm – an improvement over my California apartment – which had morphed into a meth lab when new neighbors moved in next door to me in Sacramento, CA.
Though I now live in the country, I still hear noises. It was the middle of the night. There was a loud BANG under my camper, it might as well have been directly under my bed. The noise was then followed by a yelping dog, the sound getting further and further away. Oh. A resident dog. He’d become attached to this spot when previous renters lived here.
He felt secure here. THEN he wakes in the middle of the night (what do dogs dream of?) and bumps his head really badly, then begins running towards his regular home.
I’ll see him later.
Next: A Pit Bull was chasing a salesman across my yard! … I gave chase.