The Squeaky Board Creative Writing

The Squeaky Board

About six short years ago, was the first time away from home without my parents. It may seem unimportant but it is a big milestone in a child's life. I was staying a week at my grandparents farm in McGregor, ND. My grandma and I were upstairs watching something, out of the rustic window, that I have never seen before. I propped my self up on the velvet floral couch with matching pillows. Outside the window, down at ground level, sat a large scraggily raccoon, devouring the cat food on the stairway. The raccoon would take its little hands and pick up handfuls of cat food and eat it at record speeds, once the handful was gone it would take a break to check its surroundings. I sat there for what seemed like hours watching

Grandma! Look!".

After awhile I decided my top floor view wasn’t going to feed my curiosity. So my eight year old self pondered a plan, I could say I need to go to the bathroom, no there's a bathroom up here. Hmm, I could say I'm thirsty. After getting permission I walked out of the room and made my way to the stairs. The stairs were steep, with short steps, like if you stepped to far out your foot would slip and you'd bounce to the one below. They were wood covered with a long, dense rug spreading all the way down the stairs twisted structure. I carefully made my way down the steps grabbing firmly onto the detailed wood railing. Once I reached the bottom I made my way to the kitchen over the slick wood floor, barely picking up my fuzzy sock covered feet. The air was brisk, like when you walk out

I opened the white, chipping door and stepped in, pausing every time a floorboard squeaked under my small feet. Inside the room I heard a choir of chipping crickets through the open window screen. The room was only lit by the post sunset sky, that had a greyish color that would soon be replaced with a black star speckled sky. I cautiously over to the window. I looked out and saw the raccoon right where it was last, eating the cat food. I couldn’t believe how close it was compared to my original observation spot. I was intently watching to raccoon when I adjusted positions a board scream a high pitched noise. I looked at the raccoon hoping the noise didn’t scare it away, but to my surprise the opposite happed. The raccoon beady black eyes stared straight into mine. Fear spread to every part of my body. The raccoon slowly drug its body to the window like a kitten preparing to pounce. I stopped in a hands length away the from the screen and stood on its hind legs and starred straight at me. My eyes were the only thing that wasn’t frozen. I could see every detail of the animals face, even down the its frosty white whiskers. After what seemed like ages, I slid out of site in one swift motion. I stood with my back against the wall catching the breath I help captive in my lungs for to long. A feeling rushed over me like I just realized I did something bad. I heard my name whispered from outside the room, grandma. I