Charlotte what's the noise!?

"Charlotte do you hear that? It is absolutely terrible! Terrible noise! Where is it coming from Charlotte?" 

Harold struggled onto his feet draining every bit of energy he had. The nearly blind old man was rocking his favored couch chair on the front porch when he heard the noise. A ripping sound of what sounded like a chainsaw. Lurching from his rocking languor he shuffled toward the noise. Shifting through the dusty wooden floor Mr Lamptey made his way to the kitchen. The blind man knew every panel of his oak wooden floor.

The sound was god-awful. The ripping noise reverberated on the hollow walls of the creaking house and Mr Lamptey strained his eyes to see what was going on. In the kitchen he saw what he thought was the shape of a muscly man drawing the pull of a chainsaw. On the floor was a butchered mass.

"Charlotte! Whose your friend? Whats he doin with that thing in my kitchen. When you get up please clean your mess and get me my moringa."

Mr Lamptey shuffled on the spot and made his way back to his rocking chair. The ripping noise had stopped. Setting himself down on the chair he gazed at the scenery before him. A shifting collage of green swirls dancing on the dry uncut grass of his front lawn. It made no sense to Mr Lamptey what he was looking at, but he thought “thank god the noise has stopped!”