“Hello?” I yelled into the empty house. I threw the keys onto the counter then set my backpack on the dining room table. The house echoed as I walked down the long hallway and up the stairs. My room waited silently, the old quilt was heaped upon the bed in a pile of bedding. I made the bed casually and went to grab my clothes that had been dirty when I packed them. I walked down stairs and to the dining room to look at the map of the huge house. I soon found the master bedroom and grabbed Uncle Matt’s dirty clothes as well.
I found my way down the long staircase and into the laundry room in due time. I steered clear of the tables that held all of Matt’s experiments and research.
After I had sorted the clothes and started a load of whites I began to rummage through the others and going through pockets. I ran my fingers through Matt’s pants; I felt something light and airy, I pulled it out of the fold of material to reveal a black feather that was the size of my forearm. I turned it over in my hands and touched it carefully.
As I began lost in its beauty I was startled when one of the windows suddenly flew open. A sharp wind picked up the feather and blew it out of my hands. I rushed to the window to close it. As I walked back to find the feather I noticed it’s landing on the keyboard of the large computer. I touched it carefully then caught sight of the millions of jars that sat on the metal tables. I picked up one of the glass bottles, suddenly a metal table top lid came and covered the table. The table top’s flipped over then revealing a stash of test tubes filled with DNA samples. The walls seemed to slide back into the wall and revealed three screens that flickered on.
Diagrams of huge avian wings flipped up onto the screens. I silently gasped as the whole room seemed to shift into another before my eyes. Black shutters closed over the windows making the room as dark as could be. I was engulfed in darkness for a split second then a red tint seemed to light the dark room. “Welcome,” Said an automatic voice. I jumped, startled by the sound. “Hello?” I replied, thinking it might be one of those smart computers that could talk to you. “Voice key.” It spoke again. “Hello?” I repeated. “Voice key incorrect, will shut down in one hundred and twenty seconds.”
I looked around the room silently; one wall held old news papers clippings. I walked closer so as to read the small clippings.



Winged bandit strikes.
Man claims to have seen an angel rescue a man that was being mugged.
The man states to have seen the man’s wings but nothing else.
The victim remembers nothing but two arms pulling him from the ally where he was being mugged and set down again in front of the police station of Cape Coral Florida. The winged man was said to have a wingspan of about 16-18 feet. Is this simply a publicly stunt or the real thing?
Only creative thinkers such as the man who claims to have seen this winged man have actually “seen” this creature as they call it.