The Owl and Me
One night as I laid in bed, reading a new book I’d bought that day, I suddenly heard an ear piercing screech that cut through the quiet.
I sat up, my heart pounding from the shot of adrenaline, looking through my window. I didn’t see anything, but knew it’d came from outside, resting my head on my pillow again.
But the screeching continued, no matter how hard I tried delving into my book.