The seventy-year-old who jumped over our garden wall and did not disappear at all.
"M MMUUUAARRRRGGZZZZUNNNNNNZZIIIIIIIII !!!" Only muffled the sound penetrates to me. Whoa, what is that? I unwillingly stuff the blanket tighter around my head. It's past 22:30, I'm lying in my bed at the end of a long day and I'm just falling asleep. And so I'm not at all willing to tear myself away from this really nippy half-sleep ... "OOOHHHCCCCHHHHHHUUUUUAAAHHIIIIIII !!!"
REAL NOW ?! I plucked the covers off and listened angrily. Are these again students from above? I often had a lot of fun with them and their furniture that toppled over in the middle of the night. But actually it is still too early for that. Most of the students get up to date at half two. "ÖÖÖÖÖZZZZZZUUUUUAAHHHH !!! There it is again! But that does not come from above ... that's much closer ... "THE CHILD ...!" It's like an electric shock ...
Within a millisecond I'm on my feet. "Darling ...", I shout into the darkness. "Is everything alright with you ???" Maybe he's terribly sick. "Yes Mommy," it comes back for a fast-teenagers astonishingly meekly. "Everything's okay here." A stone falls from my heart. "Did you also hear the weird noise?" I want to know from him. "Yeah, sure. That's been going on for a while. I thought you were the one, "informs my lovely sprout. Thanks a lot! For my son it is obviously totally in the range of the possible that I give noises like a stabbed boar of me. "AHHHHUUUUZZZZZZZZOOOORRRHHGGG !!!" Speaking of. There it is again. And it's damn close. And pretty scary.
A moaning, moaning, squealing, grunting ... that has nothing human
"Do you want to come over to me?" I ask the child. A short time later we sit together on my bed and listen. "Where does that come from?" The child asks himself in a whisper. And I wonder too. The sound is simply not identifiable. A groan, moan, squeak, grunt ... that has nothing human. My goose bumps are about two inches high.
Then I tighten myself. It does not do any good to sit here on the bed and scare. I'll get to the bottom of it! Ha! Maybe that's the night shift from the hotel next door. Parts of the house wall and the garden of our old building border directly on the hotel's economic areas and the escape route for the staff. Only separated by a wall. On the hotel side, the wall is waist high, on our side it is four meters down to the garden level. The staff sometimes smoke in the pack outside one in front of the kitchen door. And maybe they are having a really fun time. That's the way it has to be! Hero Mummy picks herself up, strides energetically towards the window like a Roman goddess of revenge and tears it open. "OOOHHHCCCCHHHHUUUUUAAAHHIIIIIII !!!"
The sound is so loud that I jump back two meters in horror. That does not come from the hotel. The source seems to be lurking in the pitch-dark garden right under our window. Or is ES already sitting on the wall ?! Is it on the way up to us?!?! I panic the window and tear the child out from under a mountain bed. "We'll go get Daddy!"
The man is a little bit surprised when we meet in the living room as a couple. He hears the story of tapped wild animals and erroneous wall climbers surrender, puts away the controller of the Playstation and follows us measured into the bedroom. I open the window - and as if to prove it, the scary sound sounds immediately. The man quickly derailed his facial features, then he steps to the window and leans out. I shut my eyes as a precaution, in case the wild boar wall climber strikes now ...