Can I Scare You??? :)

You may be wondering what I do when my husband works all night and I have trouble sleeping. Well, tonight it was a late-night writing exercise called "can I scare you and/or make you laugh?"
I dunno, let's see shall we:

Normally the crickets in this part of town are loud, to say the least. Oh, and the dogs'll drive you nuts, ya know? They just bark and howl and threaten each other all night long from behind their inglorious little, chain-linked domains.
But not last night.
There was a strange, engulfing silence last night. It was almost supernatural in its effect, and it came with a buzz too; a creepy little tingle that made its way up the back of my neck as I stared down the long, dark pathway that was my only way home.
The air was tepid, boring really except for the gentle breeze that caressed my face hinting of rotted pumpkins and warm tequila. Guess that should have been my first clue.
In my own defense, I did hesitate, but I couldn't stand there forever. I had a curfew.
I stepped forward carefully, but I tried to look like I had a purpose. I had my eyes on everything as I moved, nay strutted past garbage cans, tall fences, and bushes that could probably hide Sasquatch along with two of his closest friends.
I wanted to seem untouchable, ya know? Like a real bad-ass... but at 5 ft 2 weighing in at a buck five, I doubt that came across.
I'm not sure exactly when the silence ended, but somewhere along the line, as I was walking, it was replaced by kind of a low hum sound. I think I only noticed it because by then the breeze had stopped for a bit.
Like I say, I don't know when it started, but I noticed it about the same time that I passed the Leberman's house. You remember the Leberman's? Anyway, they're the ones that live in that huge green house. 'S the only green house on the block. They've got those weird lookin acorn trees. Their not like normal acorn trees. Seriously, they've got these drippy things that just sort of hang down like.....
Oh, I guess you don't know what I'm talking about. Most people know what I'm talking about when I say “the green house,” huh...
Anyway, I stopped to listen for a minute or two, but I couldn't figure out what the sound was. After a while I just felt stupid standing there like that. I told myself there was no reason to be scared. I was gonna be home real soon... yadda yadda. And I started walking again, right? Cuz that's what you do when you gotta get home.
But then there was that crazy breeze again.
This time I just stopped dead in my tracks. 'Woah. That aint no rotting pumpkin.'
That humming sound had gotten real loud now too, ya know? It was loud enough I could tell it was more like a lot of hums together. The sound was coming from somewhere around the next fence. It was just out of sight. Only now there were other sounds too.
I don't even know... I still don't even know how to....
There wasn't much alley left. Just a couple more houses, really. I figured, maybe if I just ran for it, ya know? I wouldn't even look, right? But my feet wouldn't budge. It was like they knew what was around that fence. I didn't know, but my feet KNEW, and all they wanted to do was hide... so I hid.
I tiptoed over to the nearest empty garbage can and climbed right in. I'm not sure how I got in without tipping the whole damned thing over, especially since I had to keep a grip on the lid. Seriously, if I'd dropped that lid, there's just no way I could have reached it again without really making some noise, ya know? Yeah, that would've been bad....
I've heard it said that fear is a great motivator, guess that must really be true because I got in that can fast and quiet, and I didn't drop the lid.
When I got inside, real quick I placed the lid just so. I left barely enough of a crack so I could peek out a bit; not too much though. I mean, I was pretty scared, but I was curious too, right?
The thing is, I think I just barely got inside that can at the exact right time. Honestly, I didn't even get the chance to smell the damned thing and I could already see something moving out from around that fence.
Whoever it was... whatever it was, I couldn't tell at first, but it was big. I was trying to see through the foliage of a very healthy virginia creeper. I was also holding my breath trying not to move... or pee my pants.
I was never good at hid-and-seek. For real, it doesn't matter how many times I go to the bathroom, if I hide I have to pee, NOW.
Anyway, just as soon as I got situated inside that old garbage can, something started moving out from around that fence. All I could think was 'Shit, maybe I made more noise than I thought.'
My heart was pounding, trying to force me to breath all fast and noisy. I had to concentrate hard: 'Breath in slow, quiet- out slow, quiet. Don't pee... don't pee...'
I heard more weird noises along with some rustling sounds, like it bumped the vine or something. Then there it was right in front of me. This massive.... thing.
I got a real good look at it too. It must have been slumped over or something when it was on the other side of the fence because now that it was right in front of me I could see that it's head cleared that fence by about a foot and a half.
I think it was naked. It didn't have any fur. It's skin was sallow and pale and it had this stuff hanging from it here and there. The stuff wasn't at all like clothes or anything; just stuff. I don't know what it was.
Seriously, it looked naked and it didn't have, well ...“bits and pieces” like yours or mine, if you know what I mean. Ahem. Actually, it didn't have any bits and pieces at all that I could tell. Not that I was all focused in on its bits or anything! It's just that if you're naked and they're missing its kinda hard not to notice, ya know?
The thing sniffed at the air in my general direction. 'Oh, that's not good.'
I couldn't see it's eyes too good, but I think it was squinting maybe. It's face was all smushed in and hard to define. Everything except for its mouth, that is. I could see its mouth just fine because it jutted out almost an inch from the rest of his face. No lips, just gums and teeth. Sickly yellow, jagged teeth dripping with ooze that was clear in some places and black in others. The teeth were parted by a long black tongue that rolled gently in and out ever so slightly.
No jiblets, lots of teeth, really big... that's about all I was able to take in, and that's about all I remember because then it made another sound. I have never heard a sound like that in my whole life. I hope I never hear it again.
Even though it was probably at least eight to ten feet away from me, the sound was loud like it was right in my ear, but soft at the same time like it was saying something just to me. It was like a growl a hiss a purr and a shriek all at the same time.
My leg got really warm.
I know it sounds crazy, but whatever it said I think it was happy. Satisfied or something.
I was sure it knew exactly where I was, but then it just went away.
'Did it know where I was and maybe it just didn't care? Was it calling to some other something that was hanging around in the shadows? Did it really leave?' I didn't know, so I didn't move. I never slept. I waited until I heard the sirens. When I peeked under the lid I could see lots of people gathered around so I came out.
Anyway, so that's it. That's what I saw. I swear I'm not drunk and I'm not hungover. In fact, I've never had a drink in my life. That thing is real, whatever it was, and it's out there. It's probably eating somebody else right now. Another poor drunk s-o-b maybe.
That's ok, you don't have to take me seriously as long as you take me home. It's getting late again and I really don't want to walk...