The Origin of The Screaming Raven

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the prequel to The Screaming Raven (originally posted on on 10/14/14); brief, but it gets very violent at the end.

Submitted: November 22, 2015

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Submitted: November 22, 2015



Oliver Dixey, a 20 year old, Caucasian man, trekked through the bayou of New Orleans to find this mysterious witch doctor he heard about as a child. It is said that the witch doctor can grant any wish one desires but at a price; Oliver brought his wallet full of $450 just in case it was a matter of money. As the crickets sang their nightly tune, Oliver rowed cautiously to avoid alligators; it wasn't long before he finally reached the hut of the witch doctor.

After docking, he stepped onto the porch; it seemed sturdy for a house made of bark and bamboo on the water. Before knocking on the door, a Cajun voice told him to come in. Surprised that the witch doctor knew he was there, Oliver entered the hut.

Inside the hut was wall after wall of voodoo masks and hanging from the ceiling were voodoo dolls and trinkets. Lit candles were all over the floor and on the counters; there was also a rug made from alligator skin in the middle of the floor. On the other side of the hut was a skinny man cover with accessories made out of bones; his skin was tattooed with symbols and on his forehead was an eye tattoo.

"Have a seat, Oliver," he said.

"How'd you know my name?" Oliver asked, sitting crossed legged in front of him.

"I know more than your name, mon amie. I know you're a victim of a vast majority of crimes that took place in your neighborhood, Bedford Stuy, and that you contemplated suicide on several occasions; once, even in the middle of class in the 4th grade."

"I'm sorry, have we met before?"

"Not before 30 seconds ago."

"Than how do you know what my life has been like when I don't even know your name?"

"It's Atituk Comebear; I know you because the spirits told me so."

"Then you must know why I'm here."

"Oui, monsieur."

"How much do you want?"

"I require no money."

"But you grant wishes at a price."

"Not of wealth, Oliver; of whatever the spirits deemed necessary."

"Well, what do "they" think is necessary?"

"Your humanity."


"The spirits say if you are to destroy all the crime in the world, you must give up your humanity."

"If it'll get me to become a hero; by all means, take my humanity."

"Au revior, monsieur."

Before Oliver could say something, the witch doctor stabbed him in the chest with a knife. Oliver fell back and started to change; his bones became hollow, the strands of hair on his body became feathers as black as night. His face then grew a big, black beak and his legs became thin and he had the feet of a bird. Finally, his hands were now feathers on the ends of his wings; the witch doctor then took the knife out of Oliver's chest and watched as he rose and checked himself out.

"Why a bird?" he asked.

"The spirits feel that with Edger Allen Poe's influence," he said, "you can strike fear into your enemies."

"Nice, thanks."

"And that's not all; you have the ability to emit an ear piercing cry that will deafen your enemies."

"I have got to try-wait a minute. What's the catch?"

"Stay out of the Sun; otherwise you'll burn alive."

"Great, thanks."

Oliver than stepped outside and took flight; the air blowing against his feathers made him think that giving up his humanity was worth it. The Moon shined bright as he flew over the bayou and into the city; speaking of which, as he entered the city, he spotted 3 thugs taking a girl in an ally way to rape her. Oliver then swooped down, opened his beak and screeched loud enough for the windows to explode.

Oliver than opened his talons and grabbed one of them, taking him up higher than the buildings and then dropping him on to the sidewalk. He then dashed back and drilled his beak through the second one, and after killing him, he dug his talons into the third one; then he ripped him right in half.

The girl through up upon witnessing such graphic violence and when she looked up again, he was gone. When describing him to the police, she said he was a human sized black bird and first came in after an ear piercing screech; and then he graphically killed the 3 thugs that attempted to rape her. The police were skeptical, but the dead bodies and a lone black feather that was bigger than your average bird proved that no human did this.

From that day forward, Oliver Dixey was dubbed...the Screaming Raven.

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