Haunted Parrot, Chapter 1: Polly Wanna Spectre

A boring door housed a boring lock that was boringly picked. There was no skill required, just a boring pair of hands (his own boring little hands) and the type of hair-pin his boring mother might have used to keep her hair carefully fashioned from his boring little hands that picked so boringly at her boring locks in the boring house with no door. Snap, you say?

There was a scuffle in the middle of the stairs, and then, from the perspective of just one eye, thick red blood. Someone had been cut in the darkness, obviously. Obviously very deeply, given the spurt that was witnessed. Maybe right through an artery. Then, someone had fallen off, around the railing, into the living room below, and clearly died (from the noise of it). It was all a mess, and there was only one eye recording everything. Focusing in, focusing out. Squawk. "Camera time, camera time!"

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Later on the police came by. It didn't really seem like they knew what had happened, or what was going on. De'Peters, still a rookie, told his Sarge that this woman who lived here was basically obsessed with animals more than anything else. "I mean just take a look around, Sarge," said De'Peters, "Look at all her animals that she has." He dusted a nearby box and then almost jumped out of his pants, for the box, in fact, was housing for a pair of large, strange looking either worms or eels.

"Well, which is it?" said the Sarge.

"The SPCA is gonna have to be involved in this case, Sarge, we'll have to call in the SPCA," said De'Peters. "We gotta make sure none of these little guys just ends up dying here. Look, look -- some of them appear to be very sick." He watched a pair of hummingbirds sadly vibrate in their cage for a few seconds, then desist.

"Ok," said Sarge, and then he walked away from De'Peters and his animals, and went to stand with everyone else who was looking at the human bodies instead.

De'Peters nodded and quietly went about his own work, which seemed to consist of listing all the creatures in the apartment so that PETA or whatever it was could come over and pick us up.