Our house is smack dab in the middle of heavily wooded 6 1/2 acres. The property is surrounded by another 80-120 acres (depending on who you talk to). There is only one driveway which is 800-900 feet long to get a vehicle in or out. It snakes through the woods and is just wide enough to get the propane delivery truck up here.
There used to be an old house here when we bought the place. The older woman (Mrs. Cornwall) who had lived here for 30-40 or so years died in that house. It was in bad shape, so we salvaged some doors and windows out of it and had the fire department burn the rest down. Some of those salvaged pieces were used in the construction of our home.
You know when you think something moved just out of the corner of your eye, but when you turned your head to look nothing was there? Or you think you hear the faint sound of a voice, or maybe someone watching you? You know, when the little hairs on the back of your neck kind of stand up or you get that tingle feeling? You know something, but just can't put your finger on it. Chances are, on our property, something was there. What it was, or who it was, you'll never know. In the dark, in the woods ..... you just never know.
We have two dogs, one cat. Sometimes, their ears perk up and they stare out our glass paned, double french door. The one of our dogs will slink into the bedroom and curl tighly into a ball near our pillows and the other will growl. Now, some might say they just caught the scent of a passing coyote or deer. Yeah, I'm sure that's probably all it was.
MUWAHAHAHA!!!