So I was starting to nod off into sleep for a couple of hours when I (and I shit you not) heard two creatures fighting near my back porch. I live in a mobile home and we've just had a hard rain, so when I go to investigate the commotion out back everything had that slick after-rain shine to it. I brought my rather large stick in case of legitimate danger from the combatants. The reason I went to investigate the scene is because my family has to wake up early in the morning to get to my graduation ceremony. I didn't want the two fur-rambos waking up everyone and making tomorrow miserable. So I head outside wielding my stick like a battle axe in skyrim and see one of the things run away before perceiving movement from the corner of my eye. The space next to me is occupied by another trailer, and I presumed the inhabitants were asleep due to the darkness inside their home. I was unpleasantly surprised when a child poked their face up to the window and began addressing me about the fight. After leveling my stick at the child and nearly jabbing his window, I continued along my street without saying much. I could hear commotion in the trees ahead and decided the best course of action was to thump my stick against the ground menacingly, so as to frighten the creature into submissive quiet. The noise generated by it, between a growl and a whimper, came from obscuring tree branches above. Now, I possess a certain gift (if you can call it that). My body can also produce noises that are both distressing and loud, so I rent the air with one of my piercing "demon shrieks" and the animals shut up immediately. I walked back to my house, satisfied, with my stick hanging over my shoulder. As I sauntered past the boy's house, I heard one phrase, "Is he a monster?" To which the father, who had joined him replied, "I don't know." Tl;dr: Someone thinks I'm a monster, post night terror stories. Don't let the beginning fool you, this is not a porch day post. This also just happened.