Two: The Creepy Bird Man

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I was formulating my summer routine.

After all, I was alone. Rather do something than be a statue who doesn't do anything at all, right?

Hmm. So I plan to play computer games, but I feel a little bit out of date with this. I already harvested and upgraded my base in Clash of Clans, rose up to another level in World of Warcraft, and what else?

I really can't think of something.

Then it popped into my mind: I need to play another game!

Oh, ok. Very funny.

So I headed to the computer not far from our kitchen counter. If you'd ever wonder, I use Windows 8.1, with all upgrades insta--oh, yeah, right, not necessary.

As I walked over to the sitting computer unit, a ray of sunlight hit my eye. It struck at the cornermost part, as if it was trying to say Hi Peterson! I'm a ray of sunlight! .

I looked around but I saw no one.

I continued walking to the unit when the same light shone, this time even brighter.

Are you trying to get my attention? I thought.
I looked to the direction of the light. It was right in my parents' bedroom, and the door was open. The light shone again, and it was really there. I walked toward the door, not looking in any direction. I was already centimeters from the door and tried to look inside when the door swung and hit me in the head.

I lay on the floor with my nose bruised.

Then I noticed a hooded shadow inside the room. It glided across the walls and disappeared.

"Who's there?" I ask, sitting on the floor.

No answer.

Then a swoosh of wind was heard, and voila, the shadow was gliding across the walls of the kitchen again.

"Who are you?" I ask sternly.

But the shadow was gliding across the kitchen counter and disappeared once again. I strained my neck trying to look for the shadow.

I turned my head, and someone was there.

A man dating back to the magical middle ages was standing in front looking down at me, holding a staff with a bronze raven on it. He wore a brown hooded coat, and he had plate mail that was adorned with gems and embossed lines.

"Hello, Peterson." he said. "My dear brave Knight."

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