Moaning

Just a little chaos in the evening.

The screams is what woke me, I could hear the terror, as if it was right in my ear. Whoever was making that terrifying noise must be scared out of their wits. I wonder what is happening; it seemed like just one scream at first but the closer they get the more I hear. It's even worse because I sleep outside. I don't have a house or family to keep me safe, the only things I have is whatever I can find and the clothes on my back. it's not so bad sleeping outside but it does get a little trying in the winter that’s when a more adequate shelter is needed.
          Now, where was I? The screams. They're getting closer. The closer they get, the more you could make out this scratchy moaning sound. I'm scared. What could that be? Maybe just a peek around the corner? I slide over towards the edge of the wall and take a peek into the darkness. The street light lamp is out, it’s usually on that’s why I chose this spot. Right now, I’m thrilled its out. The darkness gives me a cover from the strange noise stumbling towards me. I know that the darkness will protect me from whatever it is that is out there or at least I hope it does.
          Maybe I should just stay quiet, be still as a statue and it will just walk by me. The moaning is closer now, the screams have gone silent. If I look closely there is a humanoid shadow walking closer, only just visible in the surrounding darkness it must be a man or a very tall woman. the moaning/gurgle sound is coming from its limping form.  I wonder what he’s doing sleeping in a mostly covered spot on the streets is one thing, but wondering around this late is another, is he lost? Confused? He’s obviously injured, maybe he needs help, but the moaning he’s making isn’t like anything I have ever herd before if I could get closer to see? I'm so scared I'm getting chills down my spine, what if it tries to hurt me?
That’s when I hear it! There in the distance is more moaning. I have the urge to run. Now where too? As I sit there along the wall debating where I should find shelter from this oncoming storm and The Moaning’s. There is the old Brookings house at the end of Second Street. That's a bit away from where I'm at. If I could avoid The Moaning’s I could get there and then hopefully glimpse what truly is going on because whatever it is, it cannot be good! I tip toes out of my hiding spot, sticking to the shadows. I didn’t want to gain The Moaning’s attention or it might be my screams on the air next. 
          I’m good at being unnoticed. I have to be, living on the street you never know what sort of trouble you could run into just by turning onto the next street. You could end up being chased by dogs or hunted down by the police for taking an apple and yes, I got away. And most people just see what they want to see anyway. They don’t want to be bother with the reality that their world is filled with dirty kids living on the street.