The Raven

When I walked around to the back of the car, I noticed something far up the alleyway, something flying. "It's a bird," I thought to myself.

It was a strange sight, especially at night. But it was flying, closer and closer, directly toward me. It made a silent landing, not more than 4 feet from where I stood. It folded its wings to its side and turned its head and fixed its stare upon me.

I was paralyzed as this 4 or 5 foot black bird towered above my 4 year old frame.