Eerie night

This last summer reminded me of how anything can happen. And these things can happen anywhere, at any time. There was one particular night that stood out in my mind. I decided to go to a friends house, on Douglas island (Juneau, AK), and hang out for a while. It was clear out, and the stars sat in their usual spots. We spent a good amount of that night indoors, laughing and telling stories. There were four of us that night, and we will all remember what happened, even if it never reached the papers.
I was watching The Watchmen, which is an amazing movie. I was so into it, so comfortable, that it took Laura three times to get my attention. She kept trying to get me outside on the porch of her upstairs apartment. I asked her if it was really that important, and she said, "You're not going to believe this, we thought it was a bear, but you're gonna have to see it to believe it." I'll give her this, she got my attention. I followed her out on the porch, followed straight to where she was pointing. There is one bright light pole outside her apartment, and something was smack dab in the middle of its light. It was too big to be a dog, and the possibility of it being a bear was moderate at best. When it moved, it did not move like either. Instead, it waddled. And thinking of things that waddled, I knew exactly what it was. This creature was a mammoth sized porcupine. Honestly, the thing must have been four to five feet in length, on all fours. When it started moving towards us Laura's dog began to growl. The porcupine froze. It stopped and looked up at us. The weird thing about porcupines is that they are almost blind. They rely on smell and hearing. So, to see something staring right at you, that shouldn't be able to is scary. I remember the eerie feeling you get when stuff like that happens. I remember what happened to me. I tingled everywhere, leaving goosebumps. I had never seen a porcupine really look at me. At least not one as serious as this one was. For a second I thought the thing was gonna try to attack us. But that would have taken time, seeing that its waddle is the slow motion of a slug on steroids. Instead of attacking us, the porcupine looked left, looked right, and turned around. It took two steps, and I shit you not, sat up on its hind legs. The thing turned its head, looked at us, and flexed its whole body. Every quill stood up, and they weren't like any regular quills I had ever seen. These quills were huge. Anywhere from eight to twelve inches in length. Everybody on the deck took a step back. After proving its worth, the porcupine got back down on all fours, waddled away from the light pole, and back into the woods. I still think the thing was some type of rare animal, some kind of porcupine that is not supposed to exist, at least not here.
As weird a night as it was at that point, it was only gonna get weirder. What we saw later that night had me and a friend calling people, waking them up, and trying to make them believe us.

(A second story will follow)