One dark dreary night I saw something in my press. It looked like a red snake. As the clock chimed at midnight I went outside and cycled to my friend’s house. I got him to come to my house the following morning and all we saw was my dog.
The day went on. When it turned nighttime I saw it again and told my friend to take a picture of it. Before we turned on the light it had disappeared. It was inexplicable. My friend was contemplating what to do.
Outside something hazardous was slithering around the garden. A snake was found in the morning and taken to the pet store.