It was a rainy evening. I was all by myself in the house, sipping tea and watching the rain drops fall, with a distant view of the sunset. The rain stopped abruptly, like someone had a switch pulled off. The sun had also finished saying its goodbye for the day.Having robbed off my good view, I let out a small grunt and turned the computer on for some browsing. Quite a few minutes should have passed, and I could hear the clock tick 7.
"shrush.. shrush" . I glanced up from my monitor wondering if I had imagined that noise. A long pause of absolute silence follows and I get back to browsing. The noises start again and I begin to pay more attention. We rarely hear any noise in our apartment except for the occasional cars passing by. I have never heard footsteps rustling and I was clearly hearing some now, right in our backyard. That sent some goose bumps up my arms and I could see small hairs standing up already.
The noises continue to increase and I can sure hear some whispers now.A young male voice was saying "I loved her so much...She shouldn't have.." , another adds in " I am sorry it had to end this way.. " .
My heart started to double its pumping rate and I sure got some sweaty palms. With shaky fingers, I lift the vents to the backyard a little bit. There , I can clearly see two men standing with shovels. My mind starts racing, "Shovels? What would anyone do with shovels at this time of the evening, in the dark?" I have never seen either of them around here. From what I could make out of their silhouette in the dark, one was tall and lean and the other a little shorter. I crane my neck to get a better view and there, I can see a deep pit they have dug out and a huge wooden box near it. My adrenalin pumps up and my brain freezes for a minute. Recovering myself, I start debating if I should call 911. That's when I hear a knock on the front door.
With all the courage I could muster, I drag myself to the door. Thanks to the peepholes on the door, I was able to see that it was none other than my husband. I quickly usher him in and brief him on the details. He wasn't as scared as me and stressed that we should walk out and talk to them. While I hide behind him, he opens the door and takes a peek. As soon as the door opens, one of the men, the tall one, gets on his heels and runs away. Now, very sure that something is definitely not right, I start to type in the number 9 on my phone.
The other man stands there for a second or two and then starts walking towards us, the dirty shovel still in his hand. I back off a little, eying the grill cleaner stick nearby, if at all an emergency calls for it. He greets us " Hi, I am Dave.. I just moved in to your next apartment a week ago". So much for knowing neighbors, we had no clue who was next door. He goes on " I was just burying the person I loved most in my life. You should come see". I try to signal my husband to back-off and run away from there. But he proceeds on, walking towards that big brown box. The other man opens the lid and there she is, a big old German Shepard, peacefully sleeping like a big baby.
Back Notes : k.. this never happened. But it was a vivid dream, I had last week.
I don't think pets gets buried in the backyard in US, but in my home land, pets always have their final resting place at home.
To explain the location better, adjacent houses in my apartment complex, share gardens.
