Every morning for a week, Mia woke up to the same strange sight: a small bluejay perched on her bedroom windowsill, tapping lightly on the glass. At first, she thought nothing of it. Maybe it liked the sunlight. Maybe it saw its reflection.
But after the third day, she began to feel uneasy. The bird would arrive just after sunrise, tap for exactly 12 seconds, then sit silently—staring.
And every time she tried to approach it, it flew away. But not far.