Letter #3 – What is It?

Hi Nate:

So when I left off last night, I was hearing a very odd noise coming from downstairs.  From upstairs, it sounded like a muffled exhaust pipe on a car.  But that’s crazy, there couldn’t be a car in our house.

Concerned, I turned to your father.  “Do you hear that noise?”

“What noise?” He asked.

“Shhhhh, listen.”

Just then, we heard it again.  This time, it sounded like something heavy was being dragged across a bumpy floor.  “Ok, I definitely heard that.”  Dad said.

“What do you think it is?” I asked

“Maybe our air conditioning is breaking?”

“Well that would be bad.” I said.

“OK, well then, maybe some animal got into the house, and it’s dragging something across the floor?”  Dad said.

“Really not making me feel better.”

“It’s the zombie apocalypse and . . . ”

“Just go downstairs and find out what’s going on!” I said.

So, your Dad reluctantly started down the stairs, and I wasn’t far behind him.  He peeked around the corner to look into our family room, and quickly pulled back and gasped.

“What is it?” I asked.

Your Dad looked perplexed. “I’m not sure.” He said.

“What do you mean, you’re not sure?”  I asked.

“I’m not sure.” He repeated.

“Animal, vegetable or mineral?”

“Ani . . . veg . . . I’m not sure.”

I sighed.  Clearly, I needed to have a look for myself.  So, I peeked around the corner.  Sitting on our couch in our family room was a . . . it sort of looked like a . . .

“So what is it?” Your Dad asked.

“I’m not sure.” I admitted.

One thing I did know, though, was that it was making a lot of noise. A very loud, very rhythmic noise that was become more and more familiar the longer I listened to it.

I slapped my palm to my face and said, “I can’t believe it.  I can’t believe that it can actually take on a form like that.  This is unbelievable!”

“So you know what it is?” Dad asked.

“I think I do.”  I said.

And I will tell you what that is tomorrow.

Love and kisses,