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Current Date: September 16, 2023
Character: Seraiah Quinn-Speziale
Race: Human
Age: 26
Current residence: Warwick, New York
I’m not even sure how it happened. Yes, the night was chilly, yes, we’d kept all windows cracked open and the patio glass panes open to let in that chill since the previous days had still been uncomfortably hot for the season. Yes, we had means to regulate the indoor temperatures just fine but why go that way when Mother Nature offered us the means to cool down the whole house herself?
So, once we’d made sure that we weren’t expecting any rain, we opened up all the windows, and the patio doors, we made sure everything was locked and that was that.
Ash was shaking my shoulder to wake me up in the middle of the night. The room was dark—with just a bare hint of illumination coming from one of the windows that we didn’t always cover because it let the moonlight in beautifully but on that night, it was a nearly new moon—so it took me a moment to adjust to whatever it was that I was trying to see.
The moment he sensed I was awake enough, he shushed me, and he sounded awed more than terrified, so I kept quiet and just waited things out. I let my eyes adjust and eventually, I saw why he’d woken me up.
Standing at the foot of the bed, seeming to not quite be staring at us and yet so stupidly calmly standing there, a deer. It wasn’t quite old, not that I could tell. It was still slim enough that it didn’t feel as though it was an adult quite yet. That it was so calm while being in the house was eerie enough on its own; the whole scene felt surreal and for a bare moment, I think my brain tried to make me believe this was an apparition. I know better, but still.
I’m not sure how long it took either one of us to slip out of bed so we could try to do something about the situation. By the time we both were on our feet, the deer had actually walked back out of the bedroom and was elsewhere in the house. We hadn’t heard it clambering up the stairs and I can’t even imagine how it would do that. I’m sure it could but it had no real reason to, right? Right.
I found it in the kitchen and Ash had gone to check the living room. The patio screen doors were wide open. We both know for a fact that we’d locked those to keep them closed. So, with a gentleness born of alertness at that point as I was so far from sleepy that I doubted I could go back to bed after this, I managed to corral the deer carefully back towards those open doors and with a final bound once it had neared them, it was outside.
Needless to say, fresh air or no fresh air, we closed the patio doors altogether, locked those doors too, checked all of our windows and other doors, tried to remind ourselves to check our camera feeds come morning and we went back to bed.
Surprisingly, we both ended up dropping back off to sleep within minutes once we were back in bed.
When we woke up just a few hours later with the sun bright and warm in the bedroom, we went about our daily morning routine and once that was done, I sat down to review the overnight footage.
For some reason, the damned footage was corrupted. We had the couple of hours after we’d gone to bed but up until the deer was out of the house, and even a couple of hours later, the whole footage was corrupted. We checked the cameras, we fixed angles, and we went through the house carefully, but we didn’t find anything amiss.
We did have Alexandro give the whole system a quick look; I know that’s not what he specializes in but he’s the one that installed the systems in every house. He has no idea what happened to the footage. There was a brief blackout during the night but all of us have solar reserves and nothing on the system went down, so it’s hard to know. It hardly matters at this point, but I guess it does make for a story to tell. I mean, it’s not every night that you wake up to a deer just standing peacefully at the foot of your bed.
There was nothing broken around the house, as though he’d just somehow managed to open that door—or someone had opened it for him and didn’t trip the alarm system either—waltzed right in, roamed around in quiet curiosity, then shown the door again and made his exit. If I believed in the paranormal in any real way—this isn’t something I’m about to get into—I’d be tempted to say that something took over that deer for a while but what good would that do me, really?
I’m just glad that we’re all fine and that we haven’t found anything missing from anywhere.