blackybeth

 It all started when someone left the window open. It was probably my annoying little cousin, he's always the one going into my room, disturbing my carefully placed knick-knacks and just generally causing havoc. He's probably the one who opened my window today. It's twenty degrees outside, and he must want me to freeze my butt off. Jerk. I was about halfway up the stairs when I first heard it; chirping. Coming from my room. Why would there by chirping noises in my room? I don't have a pet bird. Slowly, I turned the door knob and peeked my head inside. There must have been a hundred of them! Little birds, little white, eyeless birds,