...Stole many a man's soul and fate...

I know I am posting late, hell I even missed the start of the month long post a day... I fail. I will tell the scariest story that changed my life. I know you will not think it is real, but again I was there and it really does not matter if you believe or not.

I was living in a condominium complex located in Santa Ana California. It is still there and located on the corner of Greenville and Warner Ave. On Warner Ave and Fairview Street was located a mini mall with a Mini market located as one of the shops. It backed up to the rear wall of the condo complex and we were able to access the mini mall by hopping the wall. All along this was a long ally. Where we jumped the wall on the condo side was a smaller ally witch let out to a street. Long ally was about 150 yards long, the short one was maybe 75 feet.

In the center of the condo complex stands a small play ground, a grassy area which separates the play ground from the basket ball court and the pool area. It is really a wide open area, you cane see all 3 streets plus Greenville. I tell you all of this as you know what type of area I was in.

The three of us first met “Stan” behind the store as we were heading to it. Let me explain, Stan looked like a homeless black man in that he looked dirty and his hair was ratty. He did not smell, but he did have these really crazy looking eyes, and for the life of me I will never forget his face but I cannot remember his eyes. He also physically looked ripped not emaciated or worn down. He looked like he could rip me in half.

Stan asked if we knew a guy named Martin... We had not, and I told him so. He said, you sure Tim? I said I never met a Martin and how did he know my name. He said, oh must be too early for that. And he started to walk away...I called to him again and asked how he knew my name, he said you all know that the crows are my friends. This stunned us, and we dashed around the corner. I peeked back and all I saw were three crows flying away...

That night, as we did our thing around the park and pool area three crows were always in sight. Around eleven pm, they disappeared and 10 minutes later Stan came up to the pool gate and said Hey one of you guys have a smoke? Come on Tony I know you have one. Tony looked at me and I shrugged. We all walked over to the gate where he was and Tony handed him a smoke. He put it behind his ear and winked at Tony. He said thank and told us we would see him tomorrow. He walked away, I was reaching for the key to the gate and it got hung up a bit in my pocket, and I was shaking so hard it was difficult to get it into the lock. I got the gate open and we ran around the corner of the pool gate and no one was there. We did not say a word and we all went home.

The next day we were over at Sean M.'s house, And as we were walking to the condo complex the more crows started following us. They would squawk every few minutes, and I would say that they were the same crows... but they are crows and I cannot tell them apart. We got about a block from the complex and the crows went away. We went in to the complex and sat on the park bench. Stan walked up to us from the north side, he said thanks for the smoke Tony it was good... He stopped in front of us and just looked at us. Jeff asked how did he know our names, he replied: I told you, the crows are my friends, and proceeded to caw like a crow, sure enough 3 crows landed near by... we ran to Jeff's house.

I never saw him again, and neither did Tony, Jeff refuses to acknowledge anything happened. I firmly believe it was demon... And I still keep an eye out for three crows flying together, or perched together.