February 2005 Page 29
My mother and I were house-sitting a home that is by the riverside. It was a sunny fall afternoon, and I was heading down the main staircase. At the end of the staircase was a clear glass back door. When I reached the end of the stairs, I was puzzled when I saw a tiger slowly pacing by the door in the backyard! At the time, I was just trying to figure out what the heck it was possibly doing there. While pondering this, I moved from the end of the staircase to the dining room, where there were wooden mini-blinds that were half-opened. I could still see this thing walking toward the front of the house! It had stripes that were black, but overall it was faded, almost like an old photograph – no color to it, but yet it was not transparent, and didn't have a glow. It seemed so calm, like it was where it was supposed to be.
I quickly ran to the front door. The tiger had just totally dissapeared! I looked all around the outside of the house in frustration. The oddest thing about all of this is that I live in Brewer, Maine! We have no tigers, no history of tigers. Brewer is in the city and there are no bobcats or anything either.
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