This starts back two summers ago, when it was hot at night and coydogs barked at an unsuspecting cat. The wind was just a breeze and the moon was just peaking over the tree tops and was making the trees look like scowling monsters with a lot of leafbugs on them. My eyes slid off to sleep listening to the small violinists outside.
What was that?
I picked my head up slightly and looked out the window. Nothing was there and the HACK noise (sounded like someone was stabbed in the gut and was coughing up blood) sounded like it was getting closer to the one room school house down the dirt road infront of my house.
A shiver crawled up my spine everytime I heard it. I finally had enough and almost ran into my sister's room.
"You heard it, too?" My sister was sitting up in bed with a lamp on her side table. The HACK was still closer. I heard it again and cringed in fear. It sounded like it was right outside our house, knowing we were there watching it. I slept in my sister's room that night (we stayed up mostly that night) and we heard it many several times during summer. I still jump when I hear HACK at night. Since I turned 15, I haven't heard it much, but Summer is on it's way.