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The Tiger's Nest in Bhutan. Photo by Chelsea Ferrel.

Spooky night?

Last night was a peculiar night, to say the least. After spending the day out in the sun learning the local traditional way to build houses, Brooke and I were exhausted and when we finally got back to the hotel and ate dinner, we went straight to sleep. I was sleeping soundly but a yell made me jump up on my bed.

“Hello? Hello?!”

Brooke was standing on her bed panicking and feeling the wall with her hands. At first I thought we were in danger and I freaked out too but then I realized she was just sleepwalking. I call out to her to wake her up but her yells muffled my voice and she couldn’t hear me. I got up and woke her up. She was catching her breath as if she had just ran a marathon and was drenched in sweat. “I was stuck in a hole alone in the dark!” she told me. It made sense since she had to come back to the hotel from the cafeteria when the sun had gone down and she had no flashlight. However she said she had never slept walked before. After some talking I reassured her that everything was ok and we went back to sleep, exhausted. As I was having a conversation with my brother in my dream, he suddenly meowed. He kept meowing until I woke up and all I can pick up from the dark was the behind of some sort of cat that was on my pillow. I freaked out, woke up Brooke and she freaked out too. The creature was jumping off the walls while constantly meowing. I had no idea of what was going on. Was I still dreaming?

“What is it?!”

“Is it a leopard cat!?” We had a briefing on the predators that lived in the surrounding forest when we first got to the hotel.

“What? I don’t know! But I want to catch it.” I said.

The room was pitch black and we could just hear meowing in different places while the cat was jumping around. Brooke, being the responsible one, reminded me how that is a terrible idea and it could hurt me, not to mention I’m allergic. She worked up the courage and was able to chase it out of the room and lock the door.

“How the heck did it get in here?” I asked

“I don’t know, we made sure the door was locked when we went to bed.”

We were as scared as we were confused because earlier that day Grace and Lulu were joking around saying a cat-like creature haunted this place. We could hear the meows fade as the it walked down the hall. We were barely able to get some sleep after this incident and when we woke up we were still so confused. Brooke had never slept walked before and this time she literally jumps up.  How did the cat get in here? If he was here on my pillow, why didn’t I have an allergic reaction? Was it a leopard cat? We looked all over the hotel to find a cat but never found one.