"The traitor is near your area" her phone rang from inside the house. She couldn't see me. The piter-pater of the raindrops on the roof muffled my footsteps. I blended in with the night of the house, only my jaundice glowing eyes were visible. My Scarlet colored talons scraping against the wooden floor. I approached the bedroom door. I didn't need to open the door if i could phase though the it. I hid under the bed and waited...waiting...I waited for the prey to enter. I waited like a panther. waiting to rip open the stomach, to tear apart the neck , waiting to strip the bones raw of flesh, waiting to rip the organs apart , waiting to feast on the soon to be dead. Waiting, waiting waiting for the prey

Story is told by The Black Birds Are Out

Queen Quacker


Scary..