<br/>With a flutter of black and feathers the tapping upon the shutters of the window stopped. Whatever it was…well it was certainly a large black bird, Helena certainly heard its call. This was no dream, this was no illusion it was very real, it flew off into the darkness with another caw. Was this the bird that the children had been speaking of? Surely it was just a story…<br/><br/>The bird was gone it seemed and all seemed still in the house once more, yet Helena felt the sensation of creeping doom hanging over the whole place. She almost felt as if moths and other insects were fluttering in her head, as if a cold mind was reaching out to her, calling to her…whatever it was, it left a sickening sensation throughout her being.<br/>