That night, I woke up from a creepy dream with chills down my back. I began to hear all these noises that sounded like creeking and rattling, so I got out of bed and went downstairs to see what was causing them. When I looked at the fireplace, the bird was no where to be seen. I was scared, so I went back upstairs to go to bed. It was pitch black so I couldn't see a thing. There was a leak in my ceiling, so when I felt something damp on my bed, I thought it was just water from the leak. When I went under the covers, I remembered my dad had fixed that leak last week. I was horrified to find out what it was. I felt something by my arm so I turned aroudn to look. There lying next to me was the dead bird, and that moisture was its blood everywhere. I screamed and went in my moms room, and she helped me wash off the blood. To this day I still don't know how the bird got in my room, but now I'm scared of them. I will never forget that night.