Crow

The crow is the bird of unluck.
Does it bring unluck, or is it barely a messenger?

The crow is right there, on your roof, repeatedly saying the word "sorry".
What does it know?
What does it bring?
It's staring directly into your soul.
What does it know about you?
What will it do to you?

What is hidden under this avian's body?
Does it know you?
Do you know it?

The crow is following every single of your moves with its sad eyes.
What does it want to tell you?

It seems to be excusing itself, just as if it was the cause of all your unluck...
It seems to be excusing itself, just as if it knew all your unluck, but didn't warn you about it...

Human-skulled

These creatures are being seen more and more these days.

Wild animals (anything from squirrels to polar bears to monkeys to deer to you-name-it) with a human skull as a head. The neck is still bleeding, most of the times. For some reason, they still can run around without bumping into anything. When they see a human, they stare at them. If the person moves, its "head" follows their moves. If they try to scare it away, it stays.

They are mostly being spotted at night, alone. They usually keep a 2-5 meters' distance from human beings.

Their origins are unknown. But from the fact that they are usually found near newly-cut forests, it is guessed that they're animals that died when the trees were cut down.

Currently there are no cases of those creatures hurting human beings.

A Christmas tale

It's a story by a little girl from not-so-long ago...Shall I tell it, shall I? Yes, I shall...

It's Christmas tomorrow.

I want him to finally notice me today. I will go see him, with the Christmas gift I prepared him. I'm pretty sure he will love it!

I don't think he ever noticed my presence. But that's ok, as long as I can do something to make him happy!

I know he is a very busy person, I'm not even sure if he is home right now... But I'm still going, even if he wasn't there, I can always leave him the gift, together with a little note that wishes him a Merry Christmas, right?

I walk, step after step, while listening to the thin layer of ice cracking under each of my steps. I always loved the snow. It's beautiful, cold, and can hide all the ugliest things of this world under a layer of the purest white.

I arrived in front of his house. I'm suddenly hesitating...
I want to tell him "Merry Christmas"...And probably everything else I have to tell him, too. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest it hurts! I try to calm myself down by taking a few big breaths, but I just end up hyperventilating.

I knock on the door. No answer. I push the door... Oh look, it's not well locked! In the time of a heartbeat, I'm inside his house, my heart's racing at full speed. I look around. There's a mirror on the wall. I quickly turn around. I don't want to see myself. Too late. I'm given a cold welcome by my messy brown hair and my eyes that's a mix between blue and red that can't be called purple. Oh well, I always looked mediocre, not like him. It's a miracle that he doesn't hate me yet.

Agh, just get over it. No time to "admire" myself now. I peek into a room. He's sleeping. He looks even better than what I remembered! Hey...I want to stay here forever...alone with him...

But I can't! I'm still busy! I walk beside his bed, and I put his present there. He moves a bit and says a little "hmmm" sound. Oops! I hope I didn't wake him up! I hide under his bed and stop moving. When I made sure that he's asleep again I crawl out. I decide to leave him a little note. I look for a pen, but can't find one. Suddenly my foot nearly slips in something. Hmm... Gosh, he can be so carefree sometimes! It looks like paint. I can't tell for sure, the lighting in this room isn't very good, but I'm sure this thing can be used to write a note. I don't feel like getting my fingers full of paint, so I look for something to use to write it... Oh, true that, there's something in the gift I prepared him that I can use... I'm sure he won't mind, I'll wash it off afterwards. I write down "Merry Christmas", and a little message. Kinda short, but I chose my words well. I then proceed to wash off the paint from the gift, and from the floor.

Then I leave. I ran as fast as I can. I don't want to be seen at his place. Especially not right now.

...What is wrong with me? I have trouble seeing colors now...the color of the sky, of my hands changed, the color of my black coat doesn't seem the same black anymore...

I'm scared...help me...I slowly lost consciousness...

When I wake up, the sun's already setting down. I barely made a few steps that two policemen come by.

After hearing what they said, I was completely shocked.


"He" was killed during the night. Apparantly somebody broke the door's lock, stabbed him with a knife in his sleep, wrote "Merry Christmas," and a few unreadable words on his wall with his blood, probably written on with a knife, and some early neighbours have seen a young brown-haired girl with blood on her black coat run out of his house!

So they just had to follow the bloody traces the suspect left behind her.

I looked down at my coat and shoes. No...It can't be...I couldn't have been the one who killed him...I have no reason to do that...

I LOVE HIM!!

"IT'S A MISUNDERSTANDING!!" I screamed and tried to run away.
Too late. They already caught me...