If it isn't drunk 20-somethings, a drag race or fire alarm we aren't used to hearing it at night. We get scared when something unidentifiable breaks the silence of the new house.
Up in our three-story concete fortress, life was lived in a hum of Congress traffic and there was almost never a moment of silence. We heard when our downstairs 'neighbors' watched action movies or played video games, sufferred squeeky tires in the parking garage and knew to brace for vocal, drunked debachery every weekend night when the bars closed - a car alarm at the very least.
Tucked into this quiet neighborhood the cats' pitterpatter echos off the bare walls and floors. And I sware, last night I heard a gaggle of coyote pups screaming in the backyard.
The new house is very dark and quiet which is nice, but spooky.
