The Chicken Shamen: A Short Story

The Chicken Shamen

I was alerted with every movement and sound I was feeling in my surroundings. My heart raced like living was non existent and I was gonna fall to my fate. The telephone made all of my questions into a living disaster as I asked myself who could this mad man be on the other line. As my hand shook to touch the object I slowly lifted I heard nothing just the sound of humming. I could feel someone's existence right outside of this house I knew karma had come back to remind me of what happened that exact night. I knew it couldn’t have been me, I was a victim just like the rest of them. Then the knocks grew louder as they rustled obnoxiously on my whole house. I couldn’t stand the pain no longer. The thoughts of what had happened
The crazy annoying chickens started to burst with sounds and rustled through the coop at four in the morning. So I awaken from my passing out earlier that night and had to just deal with all the noises this morning. At first it was really hard not to just go outside and tape duck tape on to their beaks. So I tried going to the basement, but I could still hear them all the way down there. So I decided to go fix the situation they were having in the coop. When I went there they were, all creating up a storm about nothing. So I left to go back on the couch to sleep once again. I managed to get about a nap, then they went viral once again. This kept happening until seven in the morning and I was exhausted. So I went up into my room and went back to sleep like there was no tomorrow. I eventually, finally awoke to a graceful smell that appeared to be knocking on my door. So I smiled with happiness and felt like I was floating all the way down to the kitchen and there lay an awesome meal of eggs and pancakes just for me. After I delightfully consumed an awesome meal I began to take the cookies we had leftover from last night down to Kawaii-Chan’s house. As I gracefully skipped toward them, I began to stop. I gasped in still motion to something I wouldn’t forget. The blossomed trees were gone and they left behind the old cut up stumps. The branches were spilled everywhere with no more flowers not even buds. The bareness was no good attraction to the land, especially what lay in the middle of all the disgrace. There was a dead chicken that looked exactly like one of mine with a knife in the throat there laid a note. The note reads beware like this was some sort of note you may find on Halloween. So I began to sprint to Kawaii-Chan’s house with the pressure of breathing began to quickly erupt harder than ever before. Without even bothering to knock I put down the cookies and I looked up at all their faces then I seen the sorrow look in their