Chapter 22: No Raccoons In the Pantry
Nick sat up straight and looked right out the window again. He was pretty sure he saw something. He squinted to try and see better. He didn't even glance at the tentacle to check if it had noticed anything.
'There!'
It was faint, but he definitely saw a shadow flicker across his lawn. But it was almost impossible to see a shadow in the darkness of night, and Nick had no hope of seeing what kind of animal it was. He only vaguely saw something move every now and then as the animal investigated the scraps he left behind.
After a little while, he saw nothing. He glanced at the tentacle, who tilted its tip like it was a head. It was almost like it was asking why he was looking at it.
"Is it still out there?" He whispered.
The tentacle shook its tip.
Nick sighed lightly. That was a shame. He had hoped he could have gotten a better look at it.
But just to make sure, he turned on the porch lights, illuminating part of his lawn. The plate was empty, and the pot and pan had been moved a little. The scraps were gone. But the place was significantly tidier than it had been left yesterday.
Nick didn't know why, but it felt like he was dealing with a polite nightly visitor at least.
Nick glanced at the tentacle.
"I don't need to worry about anything or anyone entering the house, right?" He asked. Having wild animals visit his lawn and help him with the dishes was one thing. Waking up to find a raccoon in his pantry was another.