Okay, so I'm up at 3:45 in the morning because it sounds like something or someone is at my back door. It really creeps me out because my bedroom has a back door, and that's where I'm hearing sounds. I mean rubbing, scraping, bumping sounds.
Again, my heart was doing sumersaults and so I called the police. The 9-1-1 operator was very nice and stayed on the phone with me until the officers knocked on my front door.
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I was so embarrassed when the officers told me it could have been a large animal making those noises.
"Have yo seen the coons and possums around here?" The officer asked me.
As I replay the whole incident in my head, I recall hearing sounds like someone or something was walking or scraping above my head on the ceiling. I don't have an attic, but I do have a crawlspace.
But, whatever it was, it was probably kind of big because of the harsh sounds I heard at my back door. The critter, whatever it was, was scratching hard at my door, hard enough to wake me up.
I am truly a city girl, out in the country. I already know, this is going to be an interesting summer. And just think I got excited about moving down here because I wanted the chance to photograph and see an actual Bald Eagle!
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