A/N: Happy Friday everyone! Here’s another story for you. This story is based off a true event that happened over the summer. Enjoy!
It was a dark night for I was relaxing on the couch, a blanket covering me from the waist down and laptop sitting on my thighs. Across from me was the TV playing Spongebob and near the TV was Beethoven. The two-year-old Shizu fell asleep allowing me to work on some stories. My cousin was sleeping in her room upstairs.
All was peaceful until the clock hit sometime around 1:30 in the morning. Beethoven woke up and dashed to the living room and began barking uncontrollably. I didn’t bother with it, there were times he would bark at nothing so it was probably nothing.
Then again, I have no idea what he sees so I got up to investigates what gotten him rattled. That’s when I noticed something in the living room. Whatever it was, it’s flying. Automatically, it hits me. He was barking at a bird.
In my head, I assumed even though with the lights on I saw wings flapping. Doing the next best thing I went over to the front door and opened it, hoping it would fly out. However, that wasn’t the case. When I approached the stairs I got a glimpse of it.
Oh crap. It wasn’t a bird. It was a DAMN BAT! What in the world was a bat doing in the house? More importantly, how did it get in without me knowing? While Beethoven continued to bark at it, I tried to get it out the house but the results were still the same. Nothing. So I went upstairs and woke my cousin up.
It was clear on her face she was annoyed that I woke her up but when I mentioned the bat, she was wide awake. She got up, grabbed a wooden spoon and a pot and went to the living room. I stayed close to the door in case it wanted to leave. She banged the pot for a few minutes and nothing happened.
Strangest thing… the bat vanished! Gone. It was nowhere to be found. We both ended sitting on the couch thinking to ourselves.
“Maybe that bat was my grandmother.” My cousin said. At first, I didn’t understand what she meant. I knew her grandmother passed away two days ago but I didn’t think of it like that.
I asked if she was sure and she told me to look up the symbolic meaning for bats. Once I did it read they symbolized rebirth. Telling her that made her chuckle. After ten minutes of her telling me about her grandmother, she made the conclusion the bat was her. I sighed as my cousin decided to head back to sleep. Told her goodnight and went back to relaxing on the couch.
It was quiet for a moment before I heard Beethoven barking again. Did he find the bat? Grabbing the broom I made my way to the living room before I paused halfway to see he was barking at an empty chair that was placed next to a window.
At that moment I placed the broom against the wall and slowly backed away and made it back to the couch. Thinking to myself, I decided to leave it alone. Maybe she was right, maybe it was her grandmother saying goodbye one last time.