Everything Was Fine—Until He Picked Up That One Chicken
A Strange Moment with Marbles
My cousin Eli was holding our chicken, Marbles, when all the other chickens suddenly froze, staring at them like “something was wrong.” The boss rooster quietly backed away. Eli said, “She’s not letting go.” I noticed scratches on Eli’s arm spelling “DON.” Marbles’ eyes seemed to look right through us, and the shed door creaked open behind us.
Messages and Fear
The scratches deepened to “DON’T.” Eli whispered, “She’s talking to me… Not with words. But with pictures.” He saw a man buried in the shed. I remembered Don Whitmer, the missing previous owner, whose body was never found.
Discovery Under the Shed
Eli showed me a disturbed patch behind the shed. We dug and found a rusty box with bones and Don’s ID. I said, “We have to call the police.” Eli said, “She said thank you.” Marbles calmed and walked away. Police confirmed the bones belonged to Don, proving foul play.
Aftermath and Reflection
Nana admitted, “I didn’t know it was him. But I knew those birds were watching something. Protecting something.” Eli said, “She didn’t want justice. She wanted to be heard.” Now Marbles watches quietly, like “even in a chicken coop—truth finds a way out.”
