It was a beautiful fall day. But something was wrong. I was being watched. One lone crow was perched in a skinny tree that didn't have trees like the others. It's eyes seemed to look into my soul. I turned away, hoping the crow would leave it's perch. But I could feel it's presence, it was still watching me. I started to run away from the bird but it quickly caught up to me. It began to peck at my face and eyes. More crows came, all to kill me. I could feel the life draining out of me. After they felt satisfied with the condition they put me in, I could hear them fly away. My eyes begin to close against my will.
I am dead.
I wake up sweating. I throw off the covers, climbing out of bed. Thank God it was just a nightmare. I look in the mirror by the door and there is a dark figure sitting behind me.
