The Crow

I actually dreamt this yesterday night, and though I might not be able to produce the same effect it had on me let me tell you it was creepy, disturbing and extremely scary...

The little boy sadly looked out of the window, he could see the clear blue sky with its brilliant clouds but it did not bring him joy. He looked at a cloud that exactly looked like his dear old daddy and began to cry on his little black suit that he was still dressed in after the day’s funeral. Being just nine years old was no excuse for God that he needed his daddy more than any one else...so the boy just silently cried while waiting for his mother to come and yell at him.
His mother or rather, technically his father’s wife because his mother had died at childbirth when they were just teenagers, never seemed to like him much. She wished that he was the daughter she always wanted and because of her inability to produce a child, she chose to ignore him. She was an ambitious woman, not that ambition is bad, it is just the manner in which one’s ambition is fulfilled. She always wanted to own her husband’s small diner and make changes to it that she knew which would be revolutionary. But being the old-school man that he was he really didn’t care about the profits because he would even give some meals for free to his less fortunate customers who would always pay there tabs out of gratitude. It was sad news for all that he died, and it was sadder news that she would be the new owner of the diner.
She came storming in yelling, “Boy get out of that nice suit, and stop crying, your dad croaked so what? At least he left me enough money to get rid of you at some god- forsaken boarding school” The little boy began sniffing much more softly but his heart had grown heavier…
Later that night while he was lying down by his window a black crow came in and perched itself on the wooden headboard of his bed. Rather than being intimidated he felt very safe with the crow just above him. Its eyes looked soulless, yet somehow filled with pity...
The crow would return every night to the high rise apartment and position itself on the boys head board. This continued for a couple of weeks till one day his mother walked into his room and instantly threw a shoe at the bird, it hit as it was unprepared and the bird instantly died. His mother walked away with a huff looking for an old newspaper to pick the dead bird up. The little boy started to cry again as he now lost the only friend he had.
A fortnight later he went down to a small alley where he met a boy who was about his age and stated playing marbles with him. After playing for a while the other boy asked him if he could go to his house, the little boy said that he was unsure whether his mother would allow him to bring guests to their house. The other boy said that it would not be a problem and told him to leave it to him…
When the boy reached with his friend back home his mother started abusing him for being so late and for bringing a scruffy vagabond with him. When she saw the scruffy vagabond he brought with him her face turned white and started screaming, our scruffy vagabond smiled sinisterly at her and started to move towards her, she began backing away but soon she reached the window. She looked into his eyes she saw the familiar look of anger she would rarely see in her late husband’s eyes. She was so choked with fear, that she did not realize that he had pushed her out of the window. She fell nine floors down and landed on the pavement with a dull thud.
The little boy was confused with what had just happened, and when he looked at his friend he just saw a familiar smile with eyes that used to shine just like his father. He ran towards the window to look outside and find thousands of crows pecking and fighting away at his mother’s corpse. He turned around to look at his friend only to find a few black feathers…