Too Quiet
I live in rural Wisconsin. I’m surrounded by corn, marsh; the works. I remember one time, when I was in my teens, I was outside at dusk with my parents and we were all just doing our own thing. Suddenly, a woman yelled “HELP ME” from the woods beside our house.
It was just loud enough to hear, but quiet enough for me to second guess what I had heard. My mom and dad both looked at me and asked, “You heard that too, right?” My mom then screamed back, “DO YOU NEED HELP? WHERE ARE YOU?”
At that point, it was already pitch black now out and the hair stood up on my neck because it got quiet…too quiet. My mom wanted to keep yelling, but my dad just got up from his chair and said, “Inside. Now.” I think that’s one of the only times I’ve seen her listen to him.
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