Barn of Terrors

On the wings of a swallow... Nigh the old wood beam... A silver moon casts shadows long across the dusty floor.

Dark Omens- Two Nights Before

Something in the darkness stirred, but it did not awaken Michael Knight, who was asleep, alone, in a bed too small for his six foot five frame. Wings unfurled in the darkness, small claws clicking across an old wooden windowsill. But still the human stirred not at all, except of course for the steady rise and fall of his ribcage that signaled he was yet animate. The intruder now took wing and flew past the windows of two other humankind that were sound asleep in their beds. An older man who knew more than even his numerous years permitted, and a young woman with the tough, callused hands of a skilled worker. Something shimmering in the moonlight caught the raptor's eyes and it turned upon a wing and glided towards the manifestation. Avis landed on a smooth, black surface and watched a most unusual crimson stain glide back and forth across the face of the beast on which he now rode. The peculiar, ebony hulk moved backward in the pale moonlight, as if it were trying to escape the small fiend that perched atop its broad back. Avis laughed silently. However a most peculiar voice belonging to someone unseen shattered the night "Please move." The bird vanished into darkness, annoyed by his own failure to notice the humanoid.