loud, like hitting a car fender with the flat palm of your hand; but really loud and over a larger area of the house than a just the size of a man’s hand. it was more like the size of a basketball if you know what i mean.
and then, all was quiet. birds chirping outside, wind blowing in my window. and me getting up off the floor with a healthy neck. no pain, no kink, no more trouble. i stuck my head out my window and looked for something on the ground that could have hit the house. maybe it was bird, no bird, no feathers, no mark on the 