Your friend Rudy had a weird obsession with birds.

It wasn’t a casual, going birdwatching obsession.

It was more of a there’s 50 on my roof, they’re getting inside and they’re going to kill me, kind of obsession.

It scared you at times, when your completely normal friend would start mumbling to himself in spanish about how the birds were going to kill him.

Youd shrugged it off, finding it weird. Until you’d started seeing birds staring directly at you through the window.