Sigurbjorn and I got up quickly to check on the screaming but just as we left the kitchen and entered the living room, the lights went out. Next thing I knew a fist was in my stomach and a fight began! Fortunately it was just beginning to get daylight, though the dark drapes were closed so it was still quite dark in the room. I could make out 3 people, one after me and two after Sigurbjorn.
She is certainly a competent fighter, more than I could say for myself as I was quickly knocked out. Muffin sounded her alarm to wake everyone and let them know I was in trouble. All the girls, and cats, came into the hall with guns ready and ran down the stairs. Muffin was jumping up and down, Meow,meow!=Out back door, out back door! Everyone went out the door but saw no one. Meow,meow!=People take my human and human guide follow!
“Okay cats, get her scent, fast!,” said Kat. Meow!=Here is, this way! All 3 cats ran ahead while the girls followed. They caught up with Sigurbjorn and I with no one else in sight. “They went that way down the path,” said Sigurbjorn, “but you will not find anyone.” The girls and cats followed the path for a distance anyway, just in case. But Muffin, Kat and Nyura stayed behind with Sigurbjorn and I. Finally I came to back in the living room.
The girls had found no one, not any trace at all. Even their scent disappeared said the cats. Meow,meow!=They ghosts! That why scent disappearing. We go home now. “You do not want to leave us in danger, do you Muffin?”, asked Sigurbjorn. Then she looked at Muffin, then at us. “That is cool,” she said, “which one of you did that?” “Did what?”, asked Jennifer. Meow,meow.=They not do something, it me that talk, they not venting twisters.
“She means ventriloquist,” said Kat. Sigurbjorn just looks at Muffin, then at us again. Meow,meow.=You not crazy, we special cats, we all can talk and understand people talk. Sigurbjorn just stares at them. “That is incredible,” she said, “are you sure that you do not try to make fun of me?” Meow,meow.=Me sure, I not make fun of you, you very nice human people, that why you can understand me. And you help my human. And I just can tell you nice, very nice.
Sigurbjorn just shook her head and laughed. “My friends would think I am totally crazy,” she said, then turned serious and added quietly, “if I had some.” Now the owners came into the living room to see what was happening. “We heard your wife scream,” I said and were coming to check on you when Sigurbjorn and I were attacked. “My wife just had another of her weird nightmares!”, growled Mikkael, “something she is doing more often lately.”
“It is just because of all the strange things happening here,” she said, “you cannot blame me for that.” “I am not blaming you!”, he yelled, “this stuff is getting on my nerves too but I do not scream every night!” “Excuse me,” I said loudly, “but none of this helps us, we need to know what is going on around here if we are to help you.” “Yes, you are right, I am sorry,” he said, “my wife keeps seeing a picture of our son on his 10th birthday, which was 5 years ago. He died that same day.
We lived on a street corner, he and his friend were playing outside and he ran onto the street to get something and a car suddenly came around the corner very fast and hit him and just kept going. The police never found out who did it. The car had been stolen. One of the boys said there was a man and woman in the car and they were laughing. He gave a good description to the police but they still never found him. That boy was killed two days later.”
“Are you involved in something that you are not telling us?”, I asked, “like some illegal activity? Or are you being blackmailed perhaps? Maybe you have a large debt that you are behind in payments?” “No, nothing like that at all,” said Mikkael, “hey, did you just say that someone attacked you? Who was it, where are they?” “They got away,” said Sigurbjorn, “I never got to see their faces clearly, they had something over them.” Just then a hollow sounding voice echoed through the large room so we could not tell where it was coming from. “PI, go home, PI, go home, PI, go home”.
To Be Continued.
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