A flurry of leaves flew up and settled around his feet. The layer of black still clinging to the soles of his trainers. Then another flurry followed by what sounded like something scampering through the leaves. A small and dark shadow slicked away across the front lawn in the direction of the fields. But, the oddest thing, the shadow had no body...
He went on down the hallway and into the sitting room. The cat was curled in an armchair, a picture of contentment.
He tried to convince himself that he must have been seeing things.
Tried, not altogether successfully, to think no more about it.