I was 19 or 20 living in my toxic home with my mother and stepfather. I had just exhausted an attempt to block everything out at home by shutting myself in my room and my Mother called the cops on me. I almost got a four or five cop beat down for my troubles and after that I could no longer shut myself in and barricade myself in my room so I punched a hole through the door and instead of a nice sturdy door I got a pressed wood replacement that barely hung on the hinges for my effort. After everything up to that point, I thought nothing could surprise me with all the crazy bullshit going down on the regular, but I was wrong.
I was in my room watching television when I heard my mother screaming frantically. "What's wrong!" I shouted thinking the worst.
"There's a bird in the house!" She yelled as she came running down the hall and just as she passed I saw a dark raven flying towards me and then circle the kitchen before turning back into the living room.
I told my mother to close all the doors which eventually trapped the raven in the kitchen where it perched above the refrigerator on some cereal boxes. I grabbed a sheet from the bathroom cabinet and threw it over the raven and had it trapped within it before I carried it onto the front porch and opened the sheet to free it. I thought I heard a flutter, but as I lowered the sheet and looked around I could no longer see the raven flying or any evidence of the raven for that matter. It just disappeared it seemed.
For some time I wondered where the raven came from and I figured it was the twisted old guy upstairs trying to nurse the ailing raven to health which then flew through the back door of our home when my mother opened it.
Life is full of stupid insanity and inane surprises and just when you become numb to it all, some really crazy bullshit goes down like a raven flying into your home.
Really.
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