Lost at Pohnpei

It was my first night in Pohnpei, known as the garden island, when I heard them. At first, I thought that I was just jet lagged and my brain played tricks on me. It was in the middle of the night in my new home for the next couple of years when I heard a knock from my window.

No kidding, I did hear a knock and not just any ordinary knock, it was a succession of knocks, then a pause.

I opened my eyes and it was still dark. So, I checked the time and it was around two in the morning. I heard a scratching noise from the wall outside the air conditioning unit. I asked myself, “Could it be?”

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