RDP:  Onomatopoeia

Late last night

in my dark parlor bathed in silver moonlight

I heard

a

cough

and then I heard a

creak

and then I felt a

thump that made my floorboards jump under my feet.

 

I held my breath

I let it go

and as I did

something

 howled,

someone

growled

I put my hand over my chest.

Oh, be still my silly heart.

Our Werewolves have arrived for tea.