Several loud gunshots erupt outside, waking my family and putting my nerves on edge. It looks quiet outside, and if anyone else in the neighborhood is alarmed they’re hiding it inside and to themselves.
It takes a few minutes to sooth my kid back into bed. Normally my husband would be frustrated with me waking him with the spooks going bump in the night, but this time the sound woke him before I did, he says it sounded like it was in the bedroom.
A few minutes more pass after the family has gone back to their rooms, and I hear the sound again, further away this time.
The clown in me thinks about that meme circulating about the neighbor shooting his gun off periodically to keep housing prices down. If that were the case, I wish they wouldn’t. The reality of it is probably worse than I imagine though.