The other day, I posted a short video to my Instagram. It wasn’t much of a video, I guess, mostly just the view out of my window into the (very dark) night, accompanied by a distant siren and the raucous howls of the damned.
Every evening, once the sun goes down, the noise starts up and gradually builds to a crescendo in the middle of the night. At first, I thought it was coming from cats. Who hasn’t heard stray cats throwing down before? But these sounds are less the yowly growls of angry toms and more… chittery? Kind of like what I would imagine would happen if about eleven squirrels got into a bad batch of bathroom meth.
I was used to train horns on Long Island, the hooting of owls in Delaware, the sound of cows and coyotes at night in California, and even raccoons clattering around the dumpster by my apartment in Virginia. Does D.C. have a possum problem? Raccoons? Juvenile delinquent chupacabras? Is my apartment the designated meeting spot for underground baby sasquatch pit fighting, like that daycare that was secretly running a toddler fight club?
I haven’t managed to catch a glimpse of the perpetrators yet — it would probably involve sneaking into the lot behind my apartment in the middle of the night, and my curiosity is not such that I would want to go hang out with unidentified murderbeasts at 3 AM in January. Right now I’m picturing them as the giant bug things from The Mist and it’s making me even less inclined to go poke around the lot (at least, not without a can of hair spray and a really reliable lighter).
Do these noises sound like anything you recognize?