Creepypasta Corner

Twin Feathers

Remember when I told you that every time I returned to Murder Woods I couldn't find the creature? A few years ago, I stayed with my cousin, who researched crows. It was a week that changed my life.

A crow-man, nicknamed Corvus, roamed the woods and tried to kill me. After a week, my new friend Graham was dying after being caught in a fire. Corvus followed us to the hospital and killed Graham.

Well, I'm afraid that it wasn't the whole story. More events happened after that, and compared to Corvus, it was truly bizarre.

A New Day: Inquiries and A Second Story7:00 AM

Officer: Tell me the goddamn truth! What did kill this Fenn-something kid?

Me: I told you, it was Corvus!

Officer: Listen, kid, your friend is dead and I understand that you're traumatised. Now tell me WHAT KILLED YOUR FRIEND!

Me:...

After Graham's death, a nurse called the cops, as she saw that Graham's heart had been severely damaged by something. The guy who came didn't believe me. But then again, no one would.

My cousin was interviewed next, and she told the truth as well. Again, the police passed it off as just a story. What was also annoying was the fact that when there was a crow feather in Graham's room, they just ignored it. God, how ignorant these people were!

10:30 AM

It was time for me to leave the hospital. My cousin was kept there due to her burns. It was like part of her body was made of soft tar. The reception area was quiet, with the odd cough and sneeze. Most of the people there looked worse than what I had been through the previous day.

A man rose from his seat. He tipped his hat to the receptionist and walked out of the doors. A package was lying in the place where he had sat. It wasn't the kind of package you would get by post, or in party games. It was simply a paper bag wrapped up. I moved towards the seat, hand reaching out.

???: Kevin, come on!

That was my brother, Steven. He was moody a lot, and I could tell that this time he couldn't use his moodiness to hide his worry.

Steven: Dude, what the hell happened?

Me: Well, it's kind of a long story...

I grabbed the package quickly, rushed through the doors and hopped into my brother's car. I told him what happened on the way home, with him listening eagerly to my every word.

Me: ... Then he flew out of the window and is most likely back in Murder Wood.

Steven: That's a pretty hard story to swallow, man. I can't believe something like this even happened! But I wonder who this crow-guy was before he became ugly.

That puzzled me too. How long ago was the project? And most importantly, how old is Corvus? I looked at the bag in my hands, staring at the bland shade of brown it was.

I recognised the street. I was home

3:00 PM

I walked slowly into my room. It took a while for me to get upstairs, as my family was so worried about me. Also, it took so long because of my experiment. Before the holiday, I created an experiment about what would happen if I left a waterlogged plant in direct sunlight. The result: not much.

I fumbled my pockets. The bag was still there. I tore the bag open and found a few items: a book of photographs, a disk, and a memory stick. The design was the same as Graham's father's one. Oswald Fennlace was working on the Corvus Project, and had died when the experiment got out of control.