In a dim parlor where time feels brittle, a widowed woman clings to her rituals polished teacups, long silences, the fragile comfort of routine. Her only company is a parrot, its feathers too bright, its gaze too sharp. At first, its mimicry feels harmless, even quaint, echoing greetings and polite chatter for uneasy visitors. Then it begins to speak in voices no one living should know.

The laughter disappears. The air thickens. Guests leave unsettled while the widow insists nothing has changed, though every phrase confirms otherwise: words once buried now slip through the bird’s throat.

Through the parrot’s strange echo, every pause carries weight, every silence hangs heavier than sound. The cage rattles though no hand touches it. Shadows stretch against the walls, and conversations thought lost return with unsettling precision, demanding to be heard.

What started as mimicry twists into something darker an open channel for grief, malice, and secrets left too long to fester. As voices converge and old truths seep into the present, memory and haunting blur until the room itself feels alive. And the bird, no longer innocent, cannot deny the part it plays.

Oppressive, eerie, and mournful, The Caged Echo lingers where silence becomes the sharpest confession.
When a voice repeats what was never meant to return, what’s really speaking?

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But this is only one glimpse each book threads into Eyes That Shouldn’t See, where every animal’s gaze unravels a darker secret of its own.

They watch. They wait. They notice what we refuse to face.
In Eyes That Shouldn’t See, loyalty collides with dread as trusted pets glimpse what humans can’t. A dog paces a warehouse where silence feels alive. A cat won’t stop staring into a wall that won’t stare back. A bird mimics voices that should’ve stayed buried. A fish drifts through reflections that warp into something else. And a rabbit trembles when a visitor comes at midnight.

Through their eyes, the ordinary unravels, and the world we thought we knew splits open revealing the nightmare that’s been waiting all along.

Do you really want to know what they see?

Lucian M. Crowe

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