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The wind used to whisper things to me; even in the dead of night it would come forth, spewing its single phrase of nonsense words that never made sense. For there never had to be enough wind, there never had to be a cold night, whenever there was a doubt, the wind would answer the call.

'The crow is watching you'

Simple phrase, the five words forming together to make a concrete sentence. Yet a crow was never seen through the eyes. The call was heard when silence was too thick, the clatter and clicks of claws would appear when the world was too peaceful, and the rustle of feathers would overpower the escalades of society. The wind needed to take its rests, and the sounds of the crow would take its place.

'The crow is watching you'

The wind would return, because the pitter and patter of the crows could be ignored over time. The wind would whisper down the spine, saying its lowly sentence of haunting. Ridding its host of the familiarity of life, the honorable afflictions that normal beings went through on a daily basis. A constant, but simple reminder that they weren't normal and that every moment, of every day

'The crow is watching you'

Wandering scratches, marks on the arm and shoulder, claws burying deep into the skin as if the crow had stood there itself. Never a questioning glace at the low cut shirt that declared the marks for all to see, though the still fresh wounds would still bleed through the fabric. They weren't seen by the normal person, but the host would be burdened with restless nights and nightmares for the wind of its reminder began to follow into the sleep.

'The crow is watching you'

Endless nights of howling wind, constant barrages against the door. Caws and screams of a crows high pitch carrying through the wind, but the pitch black of night never showed more than the tree standing tall, never swaying through the howling wind, even though it banged the window open and shut, open and shut, again and again. It always carried its words of warning, constantly repeating through the night and leaving sleep untouched.

'The crow is watching you'

Caw! The crow cried, a brief showing of the claws and feathers against the window, as it slammed itself against it. Constant nights of no sleep, wounds that no one seemed to notice, and the wind that never moved a tree. Caw! Came the sound again, though the window didn't shutter against the touch at all. The host stared at the window, waiting, watching, every moment of its waiting life, finally letting itself get a glimpse of the crow whispers.

'The crow is watching you'

The wind ripped through the window, one large eye beaming its yellow glare through the glass. The gleam of the bright gold eyes burned through the Host, staining the colors darker than their once pure shade. The eyes traveled, burning through memories and secrets, a platter of score in front of the gold shaded eyes.

'The crow is watching you'

Curtains billowed and the window was open, but none of the things moved, the sheets didn't ruffle in the breeze that shook the Host's hair, nothing besides the clothes and hair of the Host fluttered in the wind that took everything in the room and turned it away. The Host buried under the blankets, shivering and simply listening to the sounds.

'The crow is watching you'

Tapping sounded on the floor, and the caw of the crow was heard. Something tugged at the end of the bed, and the Host moved away from the dent in the folds of the blankets. The darkness of the room engulfed the host, the movements at the end of the bed only worsened the fear and the Host was engulfed in.

'The crow is watching you'

Blankets were torn away, the wind ripped away, the Host was exposed, the shriek of the crow was heard.

'The crow caught you'
So, I don't really know where this came from. Please leave some feedback for me.
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ErraticDream Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Very nicely done.
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Oilux Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you!
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thecrazymagnet Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013   Writer
The impersonal nature of the writing ("the Host" without any sort of descriptor) really adds to the sense of inevitability. Nicely done.
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Oilux Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you so much!
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Laqualassiel Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
CREEPY!!!! but very good.
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Oilux Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2013  Student Writer
That's great! Creepy was just what I was going for
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Laqualassiel Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Well, you succeeded. Immensely.
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WhisperingWatermelon Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013
ASDFGHJKL EPIC!
But seriously, this is very Edgar Allen Poe of you. XD I really do like it. :iconorlyowlplz:
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Oilux Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2013  Student Writer
Oh my thank you so much! And I got the idea from Edgar Allen Poe himself.
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WhisperingWatermelon Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
Awesome. :D
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