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 |   I will be keeping my Game Of Thrones Stories here and other stories that fit here. |
| Pearl was 74 years old and she lived alone. She lived in a three story home. Downstairs in her spare bedroom, there was a window and she could look out the window and see the moon. She heard knocking on the window one night. Our person was scared. She didn't see anyone. She started shutting the door to the spare bathroom when it got dark. The next night, she heard a knock at the front door. She answered the door but no one was there. This happened for a week. There was a knock on the door the next night. Pearl nervously opened the door. Her flower part laid there broken. She was getting tired of this. The next few nights the knocking continued. Pearl stopped answering the door. One night, she heard a banging noise outside. What on earth? The knock on the door again. She nervously answered the door and there was a raccoon on the step. He had knocked over her gnome and broke it. Pearl laughed. "You little rascal." The raccoon was brown and white and of course he had a striped tail. He was pretty. He looked at Pearl and ran up to her and brushed against her leg. He ran off. The next day, Pearl moved her lawn ornaments away from the door. The raccoon knew how to knock on a door. Cute. The knocking on the door continued and then the raccoon quit visiting. Pearl missed him. At least the mystery was solved. I had a raccoon come to my back door and knock down our therometer one night. We keep a thermometer on meter box. That raccoon was cute. 279 Words |
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