My husband woke slowly, laughing at the urgency in my voice.

“Hurry, hurry,” I said. “He’s going to be gone.”

“Who?” my husband asked.

“Just come,” I said.

He slid his shoes on and walked to the living room.

“What is that?” he asked.

He was looking at the back door. Following his gaze, I squint, expecting to see the man who was tormenting me, but I don’t see anything.

My husband walks to the door and opens it. There are two severed human legs and two severed human arms on the ground.

They were lying on the ground they way arms and legs would be if a person were standing there at the back door.

While my husband called the police, I stared in shock down at the arms and legs with no body on the ground. My mind was trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

I looked all around the back yard, as much as I could see from the door. The man was gone, but I could still feel him there, hiding, lurking, waiting in the dark shadows of the back yard.

My husband grabbed my arm and pulled me back while closing the door. He shooed the dogs aside. I hadn’t noticed they had come up beside me and were sniffing the limbs.

“Was someone out there?” He asked.

Then, I told him the whole story.