A man in a placid, sylvan subdivision of suburbia, in this case Burgaw, North Carolina, population 3,872, near Wilmington, was saying "good morning" to a passing jogger, and carrying a car cup and a plastic disposable plate of brownies, probably for his workplace, over to his SUV. He remarks to himself that he needs to wash his car as he begins to load it. His name is Happy, his wife's name is Kristi, she's bringing out a cat-carrier with a cat in it for a trip to the vet, and they are the Wades, getting ready to be off for the day.
Way off in the distance, some sort of animal darts across the street toward him at high speed and gets under one of the driveway cars.
Suddenly, there's an unearthly call-of-the-wild scream, and then the man's wife screams, as some sort of creature claws and crawls up her back and seems to be after the cat, but clawing and biting her as it pursues. She screams in pain and yells to her husband to get away.
-WiscoDave
