Kelly Ann Fitch

Feathers of midnight

This is my fifth day in these imense woods; and my third day since I've last seen the creature. I should go home, I want to go home. Who cares about the creature really is and where she came from? Shes's not really my problem. But I do care, I have to. Perhaps she's just the proof I need to prove the illgeal government expiriements and that no, I wasn't actually crazy. The possibility of being crazy bothers me more than I’d like to admit, I’m tired of people not believing me. But I couldn’t get what I had seen out of my head. According to what my father had taught me about owls, I had seen a barn owl. Although not a normal one, with icy blue eyes and black wings that would rival the darkest night. I could leave that up to some rare genetic mutation however, I could have sworn I heard her whisper “follow me” as she took off the night I first saw her. I know how crazy it sounds, like I said before maybe I am but it’s worth checking out. One more day out here, and I’ll go home.