This really happened at my house a few years ago, so I though it was appropriate to share here with my friends.

I
am such a 'fraidy cat. For people who know me, this is nothing new,
but recently I took being scared to a new level. One night last week
when I let our dog outside for his nightly romp and “business”, I heard a
strange noise in the front yard. Because it was ten o’clock and about
25 degrees outside, I stood in the front doorway, bathed in the yellow
light from the bug light. The pale yellow glow only projected a few
feet from the porch, so I couldn’t see which direction the dog went.
At
the moment the dog bounded off into the blackness, I heard a metallic
scraping noise from the corner of the house. At first I thought it was
my overactive imagination, but when I opened the door to call for the
dog, I heard the noise again.
My hubby had recently been up on
the roof to retrieve a wayward Frisbee, and he had left the metal ladder
laying next to the front porch, so I thought maybe the dog had bumped
into it. But the dog wasn’t answering my calls, and every time I opened
the door and stuck my head out, I heard the noise again.

The
hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end and I had cold
shivers run down my spine. I closed the door and said to my hubby,
“There’s someone in the front yard.” He laughed and said it was
probably the dog, but by this time I was convinced someone was standing
near the ladder, just a few feet from the front door.
Hubby got
up and came to the door. He opened the door, and I heard the noise
again. “Did you hear that? There it goes again!” He stepped out onto
the porch and whistled for the dog. Then my hubby started laughing
harder.
“Is that the noise you heard,” as the squeaky noise sounded again.
“Yes, who is that?”
My hubby nearly doubled over with laughter as the dog came bounding back into the house.

The
lurking stranger who was waiting to murder us all in our sleep was
actually the English Ivy that had grown up to the front porch and was
rubbing on the metal door every time it was opened.
Needless to say, pruning was on my to-do list for the next day.