Years ago, just before moving from our apartment, I went up the stairs into the attic to get some things I had stored up there. I got up near the top of the stairs and stopped dead in my tracks, stared for a few seconds and quickly backed down the stairs, shut and locked the door.
What was at the top of the stairs was 3 dead pigeons in a row, all headless. I thought Ozzy was living in the attic.