My Dad and I had heard the howling from deep within the woods
for quite some time. We figured that it
was just a coyote or perhaps a dog from one of the farms on the other side of
the forest. Neither of us thought much
of it as we went about our business, until we got the call.
For all of my eleven years my family had
lived on a short dead-end street. The
street is surrounded on three sides by forest which is home to many animals.
There are only a few houses on the road and not all of them were inhabited. Just a couple of houses down from mine, a
divorced woman and her two young children had just moved in. She seemed like a very nice woman and had
already become friends with my mother.
In fact, we were the only people she knew in the town. The call was her, needing our help.
“Betty, calm down! I’m sure she’s alright. How long has it been?” I could hear my mother talking on the phone
in the hallway. “Three hours really isn’t
that long. It may not even be her that
you hear. Bring the children over here
and Lisa and my husband will go with you to look for her.”
As my mother
hung up the phone, my father and I were summoned.
