A few weeks ago, my neighbor and I strung a piece of yarn between our windows with the intent to make tin can telephones. We never found the tin can, but we left the string up anyway.
I just woke to a creaking sound near my ear. Something in the darkness was pulling on the string from outside my window. So… I did the obvious thing and tugged back.
For several minutes, the thing on the other end of the string would alternate between pulling and letting it go slack. I fumbled for my glasses and crept out of bed towards the window, but it was too dark to see anything except a vague black shape that might’ve been anything. I managed to dig out a headlamp I found in a hastily abandoned cabin and locked eyes with my opponent.
Outside in the woods, an enormous raccoon was yanking furiously on the string with its little humanoid hands. I pulled the string and it pulled back. It wasn’t stuck - when I managed to dislodge it from its grip, the raccoon reared back and leapt into the air to grab onto the yarn again. We engaged in a dead silent tug-of-war until another raccoon chased it back into the trees and my roommate told me to fuck off.