Chainsaws at midnight? *shivers*

Opening scene: elizard dozing by her wood stove. Outside, in the dark, something is dripping. Beside it, a hunched shadow stirs and straightens, and, attracted by the warm light escaping her cheerfully curtained window, begins to move forward. Something. is. coming.

Y'all are giving me the creeps.

Scene Two: A man appears at Elizards back door, sweaty and torn. There is a huge gash ripped through his shoulder that is wetting his parka.

MAN: "I...you...held them off as long as I...must go, now. NOW!"

MAN staggers into Elizard's kitchen and falls face-first on the floor. A pool of dark liquid begins to pool from underneath him.

I live in an apt complex down the hill from a fairly major intersection, and I occasionally hear weird stuff.

Last night I heard two loud detonations, a fraction of a second apart, that sounded a lot like somebody firing a really large weapon -- like a 20mm, not just a shotgun or rifle (even a large one like a .50 BMG). There's construction going on at that intersection, but I fail to see anything that would entail commercial blasting. And they weren't working last night, AFAIK.

And this morning, about 7 or so, I heard this low, deep far-off KRUUUUUMP like an artillery round or a demo charge going off. No sirens, nothing on the news, dunno what gives. Somebody testing a hella bitchin' sound system, maybe?

Heh. The horror movie scenario never occurred to me. Great. Thanks. We don't have any streetlights or such, so it's darker than the inside of a coal miner's coffee cup out there, and all I was thinking was that either someone's really drunk or a tree fell on a power line.

Now that I think of it, I did hear the air raid siren go off about an hour or so before. I joke that they use the siren when they need more clippers at the grow op, but it's actually for summoning emergency responders who aren't on call. Probably a tree on a line or in a house or something. 'Course thanks to taz & LT, I'll be sleeping with the axe by the bed from now on.

I just liked the image of duelling lumberjacks, fighting with chainsaws for the hand of fair maiden. Or, you know, Lila the buxom barmaid.

Probably people just stealing lumber from someone else's property. Bastards.

Hey, it could be catalytic converter thefts.

It's the sound made by desperately cold people, in climates where the standing timber is liable to be drier than the woodpile.