carbine15
Flashlight Enthusiast
It's 3am and my woman just woke me from a fine slumber. "what's that noise?" she asks. "what?" I reply.
"just wait, you'll hear it again" she assures me.
"squeeeeeeeeek" I hear it! It's alien and loud. Now my adrenalin is flowing. Instantly I'm awake. I try to guess what it is. A dying animal in my house? It's downstairs.. I grab my Glock 30 pistol and my Streamlight Scorpion and head into the darkness slowly, quietly toward the stairs.
"Squeeeeeeeek" it's unaware of my existence. I can sneak up on it! I make it to the first floor and illuminate everything. My sleepy night adapted eyes feel slight pain, everything is overexposed; surreal. I begin my sweep. Quickly I check the blind spots on my way to the source of the noise. The bathroom, the kitchen I quickly point both light and .45 tube as one. I'm listen for anything, any reaction to the sudden light; Nothing.
Then "Squeeeeeeek!" Again as if I wasn't there ready to put .45 size holes in whatever the hell woke me from my dream. What was my dream anyway? I can't remember. Clearly there's no threat. I begin to calm down. I stand perfectly still for what seems like a minute and I hear it again. I close in on the source. Is it behind my computer? "Squeeeeeek!" it's IN my computer! I carefully pull off the quick release cover and examine the case. Everything is in its place. No dying cats inside. The keyboard doesn't respond.
"squeeeeeek" The hard drive just squeaked at me! Sonofabitch! the hard drive is seizing up and sounding like a dying rodent. I unplug and go to bed.
"just wait, you'll hear it again" she assures me.
"squeeeeeeeeek" I hear it! It's alien and loud. Now my adrenalin is flowing. Instantly I'm awake. I try to guess what it is. A dying animal in my house? It's downstairs.. I grab my Glock 30 pistol and my Streamlight Scorpion and head into the darkness slowly, quietly toward the stairs.
"Squeeeeeeeek" it's unaware of my existence. I can sneak up on it! I make it to the first floor and illuminate everything. My sleepy night adapted eyes feel slight pain, everything is overexposed; surreal. I begin my sweep. Quickly I check the blind spots on my way to the source of the noise. The bathroom, the kitchen I quickly point both light and .45 tube as one. I'm listen for anything, any reaction to the sudden light; Nothing.
Then "Squeeeeeeek!" Again as if I wasn't there ready to put .45 size holes in whatever the hell woke me from my dream. What was my dream anyway? I can't remember. Clearly there's no threat. I begin to calm down. I stand perfectly still for what seems like a minute and I hear it again. I close in on the source. Is it behind my computer? "Squeeeeeek!" it's IN my computer! I carefully pull off the quick release cover and examine the case. Everything is in its place. No dying cats inside. The keyboard doesn't respond.
"squeeeeeek" The hard drive just squeaked at me! Sonofabitch! the hard drive is seizing up and sounding like a dying rodent. I unplug and go to bed.