Prologue

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"Dad!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I could hear the every so often whines of pain in the next room and the cracks of bone and flesh ripping. Then every thing went silent, I slowly got up as a kept my head on a swivel, I counted to five,"1....2.........3.....4........5" I rushed through the door but to my surprise there was no Crow here only the remains of my, well my now gone father. I fell on to my knees and started letting my long held crying out. Tears came down my face in waves. "I need to get out of here before I end up like him," I thought to myself. I looked around the room and over the next thirty minutes I found a crowbar, a couple of watches, and while digging through my fathers jacket I found his ring and a picture of me, my mom, and my father. As I left the blood stained room I heard a low growling sound followed by a splashing coming from the basement. The next thing I did was one of the most stupid things ever, I went toward the bad sounds.

I slowly made my way down the stairs ,crowbar in hand, and on the last on, it made a squeaking sound, I could almost feel the blood leaving my face as my body went ridged. I was scared as hell and Crows could hear fear, see fear, smell fear, they could even taste it. The Crow was in my face in a blink of an eye. I almost fell over because of the smell. An oily rotten egg smell radiated from the beast. It's black liquid body pulsed as if it had a heart. "It should have killed my by now!" my head screamed at me. "It's almost if it can't see me" I pondered. As if to prove me right it darted up the stairs. I quickly looked at the Crow and gawked at how lucky I was.

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