Mason
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I turned my head toward the sound before I could stop myself.
Through the gap in the blinds, I saw yellow light.
Two eyes.
They were lower than a person's eyes would be, but higher than a deer's should be if it was standing normally outside that window.
The window was at least four feet off the ground.
The eyes were nearly level with it.
I stopped talking.
The dispatcher asked, Sir, are you still there?
I whispered, It's at the window.
She asked if it was a person.
I said, I don't know.
The eyes shifted slightly, and the blinds moved inward, just a little, like something outside had pressed its face or nose against the glass.
Then I heard a soft dragging sound.
Not scraping, dragging.
It moved from one side of the window to the other, slow enough that I could follow the eyes behind the slats.
Then it spoke in my mother's voice.
"'Mace?'
That broke something in me.
Carla's voice had scared me, but my mom's voice made me feel like I was a kid again.'
My mom was alive, by the way.