The Crow Caws at Midnight

Crows. They're members of the Corvus family. Their beady eyes, black wings, annoying caw, what's not to like?

A lot.

Something happened a few years ago, something unuual, beyond normal, more than hungry...

 Day One 

It was Summer, the best time of year to kick back and relax. For my holidays, I was spending them at log cabin in the middle of Murder Wood.

I know what you're thinking, there was a murderer, right? Wrong! It was called Murder Wood because it was home to a group of crows, or a murder. If you were a bird-watcher or biologist, you would love to be there for a week, which is how long my visit was.

I was staying with my cousin, who was studying the behaviour of crows. She loved crows, and not only did she decide tostudy them as a scientist, she also bought a log cabin in the outskirts of Murder Wood.

12:00 AM

I was unpacking my things in the spare room. It had a window with a nice view of the wood. I could see thick, ancient trees, three of four crows flying through the leaves, a dark figure walking into Murder Wood, and-

Hold on, dark figure?

I looked back at where the figure had been, but the person had disappeared.

15:00 PM

I had a late lunch: a sandwich, some lemonade and a cookie.

Because the log cabin was old-fashioned, I had to do a few things. The only things that were modern were my cousin's scientific equipment.

First, I had to collect firewood, for the furnace and fireplace. I kept an eye out for the figure, but it didn't show up. Instead, all I could hear were crows cawing, just like they do.

Next, I had to unweed the roof, as it had grown weeds over the years. I could hear more crows, but they sounded far away. While up there, there were deep claw marks on the roof

(TO BE COMPLETED)