GHOST IN THE NIGHT

One night, after the lamp went out, my mother couldn't sleep. Sometimes it was the bobcats howling too loud or the noise they made with their claws running over the sheet metal roof. It wasn't the cats this time. It was just a feeling of something not quite right.

When she couldn't take it any longer, she woke up Dad who was busy sawing lumber in his dreams. "Clifford," she said. "There's something in here with us!"

She slid over to light the lamp. "Don't move!" he ordered. He reached for his shot gun that he kept beside the bed. In the moonlight he could just make out the shape over the bed in the rafters. He fired!

Mother screamed and leapt out of bed as the huge timber rattler fell on the bed! Life in a lumber camp was not dull.