Under the white light of my flashlight, an unknown bird about the size of a palm squatted on the ground. The bird was pitch black, looking a bit like a crow with its black feathers. However, it had a blood-red beak, which was different from a crow's.
In this terrifying forest, the appearance of this bird made my heart race. I realized that an eerie voice was coming from its mouth! Its throat was moving, and the bird was calling my name continuously.
After being discovered, the bird showed no fear at all. It turned its head to look at me with its green eyes, making that strange sound right in front of me. Infuriated, I swung my rifle butt at it. The bird finally flapped its wings frantically and flew away, while still calling my name.
I guessed this red-beaked black bird was a type
