When it comes to potential danger, my wife and I have polar opposite responses. If there’s a strange noise in the middle of the night, my first impulse is to hide under the covers, while hers is to put on her shoes and “go check it out.” This is the difference between someone who spends her time listening to true crime/paranormal podcasts and someone who does not. With that in mind, here’s something that happened a few weeks ago. It was around 3AM or so and K had gone outside to get our cat after he’d hopped down from her office window. After a short while, I hear the front…