STORY STARTER
Submitted by Bailey Lindblad
You come home after a long day at the office, and collapse into bed. You feel something under your pillow. You pull out bloody feathers from some kind of black bird...
Black Feathers
I know one of my cats did this. They’re always getting out the dog door that I never uninstalled when I moved in and attempting to bring things in.
I glance around, not noticing any dark lumps that might indicate my cats are laying somewhere, I drag myself out of bed.
Once I step into the living area I see all three of them on the couch, I take the feather to the closest one and offer it to them. Guessing that the guilty one will show some interest.
The first one shows no interest, a quick sniff and then back to sleep. The second cat, my longest time friend also shows no interest. That just leaves the last one. Maybe they’re messing with my head, I mean cats are coined as assholes for a reason.
It’s then that I notice one of the living room windows open slightly, a cool fall breeze coming in.
Stepping closer I see a movement out the window, something is out there. The shadow too big to be that of an animal. Someone’s out there, and they were watching me.