“IT” happened.

I’m not talking about the tiny “it” that crawls around your ceiling in the middle of the night freaking out the poor defenseless student below.
I’m not talking about the Medium size “it” that you store in your closet only to be able to say when someone asks where “it” is, you can calmly reply “It’s in the closet.”
I’m talking about an “it” that cannot be put into the terms of a person place or thing as a noun would normally define.

I’m talking about a blood curdling, loud bellowing, low growling “it”.

ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz……ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The loud grumblings of a nostril flaring,

ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…….

ear shattering,

ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz…….

loud obnoxious snorer.

Sleeping on the couch stretched out like a corpse collapsed with it’s head resting on the plush leather back rest.
Hat laying gently on his face vibrating with the loud pulsating snore waves from a fatigued student.

People walk by, walk on, snickering.