What Was That Scary Noise?

“What was that noise?” I said.

“What noise?” answered Mr. H.

Listening quietly until I heard it again, I said, “There! That scary noise!”

“I don’t hear a thing,” said Mr. H.

Turning on my side, I decided I must be imagining things. It was 3 a.m. and we needed sleep. Surely it was nothing threatening or he’d hear it, too.

The room was as quiet as a tomb and there was not a sound outside. No cars or train whistles or wind or rain. Total silence. A perfect time to sleep! But just when I was about to drift off, there it was again – louder than ever.

Flipping over on my back, I elbowed Mr. H and said, “I know you heard it that time!” And before he could answer, it happened again.

But that time, it was obvious. We both knew what it was and broke into irrepressible laughter.

And Mr. H. took great pleasure in saying, “That scary noise you’ve been hearing is your stomach growling!”

Don't you just love making a fool of yourself?