The Man From Another World

The unexpected barking of the dog made me stand up in bed. I opened my eyes and listened closely. “Don’t shout, you bastard,” a muffled, masculine whisper from outside reached my ears. But the stubborn dog kept on throwing his bark onto the man. In fact, the dog’s screeching noise, instead of going silent, continued to rise louder and louder. Probably a thief, I wondered, and instantly found myself doubting this possibility. Why would a thief shout back instead of hiding behind a tree? Then coming out of bed, I peered out through a hole between the gaps of the wooden walls. A huge shadowy man was standing in the front doorway and was trying to scare off the dog with a stick.