Alaina Urquhart

I'm already starting.

I'm starting, girls.

Let's go.

So the first story happened at the end of the summer or early fall in 2019.

During this story, we had two dogs, Gidget.

That's an adorable name.

Our border terrier and Baxter, our terrier mix.

I love this.

We were walking down Cy Road, and as we approached the corner to turn back onto our neighborhood, I started hearing a noise.

It sounded like a generator.

I knew this sound because it sounded like the large generators at work that power our data center when the power goes out.

At first, this sound was faint, but within a few seconds, the volume increased.

It was getting louder and louder.

On Cy Road, we have the neighborhood to the right of me, and elementary school with not too much around it on the left side of me.

The rest is mostly open mesa.

The generator noise was getting really loud, and both me and the dogs were trying to figure out where this sound was coming from.

I shone my flashlight around, but I didn't see anything and the dogs just stopped in their tracks.

I didn't want to move.

I wouldn't say I couldn't move, but I just felt frozen.

Like I could have moved, but I didn't, if that makes sense.