The Buzzing Sound

If you hear a buzzing sound on Saturday morning at 6:45 AM, DO NOT LOOK OUTSIDE. I first heard it when I was sleeping on a Saturday morning.

BZZZZZZ. WHZZZZZZZZZZ.

It felt like the bed was vibrating. I felt a presence outside... something close to the house. I couldn't dare look. Something in my gut told me 'No, don't do it, stay in bed and hide until it's over'.

But then it kept happening... like some force was circling near me.

BZZZZZ. WHZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

My intuition and gut said "Hide! Hide! You fuck!" but something in my soul told me: I need to know what this is. I need to understand more.

And so, ever so slowly, I rolled out of bed, unfurling the cozy blanket that I was previously so safely snuggled in. As my feet touched the soft rug in my messy bedroom, I crept towards the curtains.

BZZZZZZ. WHZZZZZZZZZ.

'I have to look' I thought to myself bravely. 'I have to.'

The red velvet thick curtain was pulled back by my pulsating fingers.

And then I saw it.

Rotating, in a square pattern, the whirring and the wizzing and the bits flying everywhere. My neighbor Kevin Delaney, but something was wrong. He was holding something. A lawnmower, and he was driving it across his backyard. While he was one full house away, in that moment as he saw me creeping out and instantaneously made eye contact with me, it felt like he was in my backyard cutting my fucking grass.

From that point on, I have never EVER gotten up or acknowledged the sound on 6:45 AM on a Saturday morning. And if you EVER hear that sound, you shouldn't either, or you might just....

BZZZZZZZ. WHZZZZZZZZ.

You might just get the attention of the lawnmower man.

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Credited to FuturelyKnownAsCrust 

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