By the time I make it home from work, the sky is pitch black and it’s pouring. Rain pelts me as I run to the door, digging in my purse for the keys.

Getting inside, I drop everything on the kitchen counter and trudge to my bedroom. I don’t care that I’m soaked, I want to lay in bed for the rest of my life.

_Today sucked. _

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Flinging open the door to my room, I kick off my shoes and stalk towards the bed. One good jump and I plop down satisfied. That’s until I hear a crunch from under my pillow.

Scrambling up and away, I notice a slight amount of blood coming from beneath the pillow. I try to steady myself as I reach a shaky hand towards it.

Ripping the pillow from the bed, I jump back with a scream. Feathers covered in blood lay on my white sheets. Violently shaking from fear, I creep to the bloody feather to get a good look. _Whatever bird these came from died horribly._

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Realization hits me. “Oh, no,” I whisper to myself. This couldn’t be happening. Not again.

I whirl around to the door as I hear footsteps behind me. A tall figure appears in the doorway, clothed in a black hoodie and dark jeans. The smile he flashes me is sinister.

“I told you I would always find you again, Little Bird.”