I am a writer of fiction and nonfiction and this article is from a friend of mine who recounts living in a haunted house as a child.
Glen Adams - The Writer
As Glen Adams sits in his comfortable office chair in front of his computer and stares at the beautiful landscape outside, he ponders life itself, and the majesty of it. He has chosen this room on the third floor of his home as an inspiration for his writing. Many times his writing is influenced by the different ambiances he sees outside his window. It might be a beautiful sky in the morning, a magnificent sunset, the changing seasons, weather, or the animals that visit his window sill. He also gets inspirations from the sounds of these animals and leaves the window open when weather permits.
Glen is Visited by Many Different Creatures
Glen is visited by many creatures, who seem to be drawn to the tap-tap-tap of his computer keys, while Glen spawns a new book, article, or poem. These animals include beautiful cardinals, who land on the window sill, and turn their heads sideways as if they are trying to understand what Glen is doing. Sometimes, on the lawn, near the lake, he may witness deer, coyotes, foxes, squirrels, raccoons, and other animals that live in his area, just outside of Savannah, Tennessee.
A new animal has arrived on a beautiful fall morning in October. The visitor is a jet black raven, who lands on the window sill and begins taping its beak on the closed window, mimicking Glen's keyboard strikes, as Glen is working on a new novel. This unique bird causes Glen to lose interest in his present endeavor, and prompts him to start a new subject, titled, "Glen's Visit From A Raven."
A Platonic Relationship
There is something special about this bird, who seems to know Glen, and likewise for Glen. Is it a kindred relationship or is it a demonic manifestation, meant as a warning and a lure? The writer believes time will determine its platonic magnetism, whether good or evil, but he knows he is drawn to the bird and the bird to him.
As Glen's inspired penmanship focuses on his contact with the bird, the raven vanishes. It is so sudden, Glen doesn't see it fly away, but now, it's gone, and it's almost as though it had never been there. The writer's fingers cease their rhythmic movement of the keys; his inspiration had flown away with the raven. He tries to focus, and continue his manuscript, which has ended with, "and now he flies away."
Glen has written ten pages during a span of time which seems like seconds, and he already misses the visitor and hopes for his return, but it is not to be, so Glen goes downstairs, doesn't eat, but goes directly to bed.
The litterateur's sleep that night is consumed with dreams about the raven. Most are good dreams of friendship and collectiveness in writing a necessary essay of life, but some are dark, soul-searching pieces that seem to end before the message is complete. No matter the diversifications of the dreams, he longs to see the raven again and hopes it will return his artistic writing ability.
A Bird Who Can Read Thoughts
Glen is awakened early in the morning as a voice calls from outside, "I'm waiting!" Glen, knows immediately it's his new friend, and it can actually speak, not in broken gibberish, but in collective English, reasoning, and meaning.
Glen bypasses his morning coffee and goes immediately upstairs to his writing room, where the sun illuminates the entire area. As the pajama-clad writer sits down in his chair, he flings the double windows open to reveal a sunlit sky with intermittent clouds; it is simply, a gorgeous day.
As Glen inhales the freshness of the morning, his visitor returns and alights on his window sill, and speaks to him in a sweet female voice, "Good morning Glen." Glen is taken aback; "How does the bird know his name?" He ponders in unspoken thought. To his astonishment, the raven answers his thoughts pertaining to the question with, "I know everything!"
Glen now realizes the raven is not talking to him with a spoken voice but is communicating telepathically. It couldn't have spoken out loud, because he now observes the bird has a flower petal in its beak.
"Who is the flower for?" Glen asks mentally.
"It's for you, of course."
"It's appropriate," the raven speaks in a sympathetic tone.
"Why thank you," Glen, replies, as he retrieves the flower from the raven's beak.
"Now it's time to write," Glen hears the raven say, and he doesn't hesitate; he can't hesitate, and his fingers begin feverishly taping the computer's keys, even though Glen doesn't know what he is writing.
As suddenly as it began, his fingers cease their uncontrolled dancing on the keyboard. When he looks up the raven is gone, and so is the day. It has been over 24 hours since he last ate or drank, but he isn't hungry or thirsty; however, he is compelled to get his mail from the sidewalk mailbox, and he rushes downstairs to do so.
As Glen opens the front door he is shocked to see a wreath hanging on the outside of the door. Who could have placed it there; after all, he has lived alone since his wife passed away two years earlier, and his grown kids all live in other states. "Oh well," he says to himself, somebody must have found the wreath in the street, and placed it there, thinking that's where it belonged.
When Glen reaches his mailbox, he is again astonished by the amount of mail he has received, but all he can think about seriously is getting back to his writing, which he does after leaving the unopened mail on the dining room table.
The Manuscript is Finished
Upon Glen's return to his writing room, darkness has arrived, and he can see the raven sitting on a branch, silhouetted by a full moon. "Its time to finish your story, Glen," he hears the raven say. The writer doesn't hesitate and rushes to his computer and begins working on his, or should I say the raven's manuscript.
After what seems like minutes, the raven says, "Glen, you have finished, and I must go."
"No!" Glen hears himself say.
The raven, who had disappeared, answers simply, "It is finished."
As Glen seems to come out of a trance, he notices it is daylight outside, and he hears people talking downstairs. "Who could be in his house?" He wonders, as he immediately goes downstairs and is surprised to see his kids and grand-kids there in the kitchen, reading his mail. It's at this point Glen realizes what is happening as his daughter reads aloud, "Your father was a good man, but just couldn't get over the death of your mother. You have our sincere condolences!"
"No, it can't be true!" Glen thinks as he races upstairs. Upon entering the writing room, he sees his finished manuscript stacked neatly on his desk, even though he doesn't remember printing it out, and placing it there. As he reaches the desk, he sees the title, "My Life," with the subscript, "To My Kids." At this very moment, he feels a touch on his shoulder and turns around. There before him, stands his beautiful angelic wife, with a solid white raven on her shoulder. He then sees other amazing and beautiful creatures, including a winged, white horse, which he knows is his transportation to Glory.
As you live day to day on this old Earth, and see a raven, he/she might be waiting to speak with you!
© 2019 Gerry Glenn Jones
Gerry Glenn Jones (author) from Somerville, Tennessee on April 23, 2019:
Thank you, Pamela!
Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on April 15, 2019:
What a wonderful, unique story! I thoroughly enjoyed your story, and what a surprise ending. You are very skilled in writing fiction.
Gerry Glenn Jones (author) from Somerville, Tennessee on April 15, 2019:
Thank you, Uvond, I'm glad you're enjoying my stories!
Uvond on April 14, 2019:
You really have an imagination. This story is spell binding and very interesting. You're doing good in your old age. Keep it up. lol