…and the world fades to black with the flutter of wings as the crows swarm the yard creating a faint wind blowing into an open window. With it carrying an eerie voice, "Death awaits you just outside the door" she heard as she awakes from her dream and opens her eyes to a dim room. "Is it still night time?" she asks herself as she looks at the clock then at the window and out into the darkness outside. She sits up in her bed for a better view and rubs her eyes. As her eyes focus she realizes the darkness outside is moving, swirling even. A tornado of darkness just outside her window. Her whole house. She stands, eyes wide, and stares in amazement and fear. "What is this?" she says as she steps quietly to the window. The curtains sway and brush her skin softly as if trying to push her away as she feels another cool breeze blow into the room. She shivers and looks down to see the window wide open. Quickly she shuts it and frantically scans the room to see if she's still alone. Peck, peck she hears as she jumps and whirls back around to see a red eyed crow trying to force its way through her window. She breaths a slight sigh of relief. “Just a bird" she assures herself, “nothing to worry about” as she tries to calm herself down. Ignoring the storm of black outside, she turns to walk back to her bed. Peck, peck, peck, continues the persistent crow as it is joined by others. Nearing her bed she glances back at the crows on her window ledge to notice something in the darkness. Something blue. “Sky!” she cheers without hesitation and watches in anticipation of the blue sky above until she starts to see a silhouette forming around this foreign color. “Eyes?” she asks herself. “Yes,” the eyes of a young boy, just standing there in her yard amongst the swarm of crows, seemingly unbothered and untouched, as if not even there. She looks harder, squinting to see him better. “He’s watching me” she said aloud without realizing it as she stared into the child’s piercing blue eyes. She didn’t know whether to fear this strange child or fear for him. Above him she noticed a little white bird. “That bird was in my dream” she thought to herself. But her thoughts were interrupted as she looked up to see the child slowly moving towards her window. Backwards she stepped, instep with the child ‘till her back was pressed firmly against the wall. Closer the little boy came one step at a time. Closer and closer, until just outside her window. Suddenly, the little boy stopped and looked away, up at the white bird flying still above his head. “Yet the little bird flying above me is telling me to wait, Wait! Let them have her” said the soft voice of the little boy as if he had been talking the whole time, “let the crows have her" she heard as the sound of the red stained beaks continued pecking at her window. "What do you want" whispered the girl under her breath as she slowly sinks to the floor. Closing her eyes "go away" she repeated again and again, louder each time until it echoed through the empty house. “Go Away”...