My mother lives in a very rural location on the edge of the marshes.
One summer I was visiting her and because it was very warm I slept with a window open. In the middle of the night I was awoken by the sound of something scrabbling about on the roof. I’m well
used to the sounds of various birds that live under the tiles and scrabble about, but this was quite different. It sounded much heavier than any of the birds I had ever heard- I wondered for a moment if it could be an owl, but it sounded bigger and heavier than that.
What was particularly odd was that the sound invoked an immediate sense of terror in my such that I kept out of bed and slammed the window shut. The sound of the window shutting was enough to cause the thing on the roof to fly away and I managed to go back to sleep, telling myself that the sinister feeling was most likely a remnant of a dream.
The next morning my mum seemed tired. I asked her if she was ok. She told me that she had also been woken by the sound of something on the roof and had been unable to get back to sleep because it had sounded so sinister.
I mean, it probably was an owl, right? But why in that case did we both get an overwhelming feeling of it being sinister? What was it on the roof?