I sat on the porch that night behind the screen of wire the only thing protecting me from the buzzing insects on the other side. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds around me the sound of the tree frogs moaning in the swamp below the small little frogs chirped right right right. The wise older frogs simply repeated wrong wrong wrong. One frog must have been listening to the argument cause all he said was knee-deep knee-deep knee deep. I began to notice a smell accompanying the smell of the swamp that I had long sense gotten used to. The tree frogs stopped their arguing and went silent.
A splash and silence then the sound of water moving which was unusual in this swamp since the only moving water was nearly a mile away in the saltwater channel where I netted for shrimp. I listened it moved closer it seemed. The sound right beneath me in front of the porch I leaned forward and peered over the edge through the screen wire to only see the ripple of the moon in the moving water in the pool below.
With the sound now beneath the porch moving toward the boat dock I rose from my seat and grabbed the flashlight sitting beside me. I thought of all nights why this one was there a power outage? The one night someone tries to steal my fan boat. I begin down the stairs I notice the sound is gone and replaced by the tree frogs on the way down. At the back of the house I see the big barn like doors to the boat dock before me. I remove the 2 by 4 from the lock and the doors swing open. I walk in holding the weapon in my hands preparing to make sure the thieves never return. The lights begin to flicker and there on the fan boat seems to be floating in the air just above the waters surface maybe an inch or two.
I kneel down to inspect the strange sight before me. Something is under it must be a log that floated in. Just then in a splash the fan boat moves upward and hits the ceiling above me. Before me I see a row of teeth in a mouth fully open the size of a school bus coming at me. I run out of the shed I look behind me to see the 2 by 4 laying on the ground as the building explodes into splinters as this beast emerges from the rubble of my house. I jump into the jeep and floor it the gravel spins much on my way down the drive. I drive towards town straight to the sheriff. I tell him my story as he walks me to the back of this jail and puts me in a cell.
He says he is going to inspect the scene and if there is nothing perform a drug test on me in the morning. I wish we had more than one law enforcement official here its been two days and I'm starting to get hungry maybe he just forgot I'm here.
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