The Scarecrow
Horror Stories - The Scarecrow
"Why did we even buy a farm?" I asked my father as he pulled the truck onto the bumpy dirt road that supposedly lead to our fantastic new house.
"Because darling," My father explained,"It has always been my dream."
"So!" I grumbled, "Why can't we just own the farm and still live in Burrowsville?"
"It's too far of a drive sweetie. I don't feel like driving for two hours just to get to my farm and have to leave four hours later to get home and make you dinner."
"Yeah, but you'll take your daughter away from her friends," I mumbled as the car creaked to a stop.
We pulled upfront of an old but decent looking house. The siding needed a touch up and the porch didn't look that sturdy but it was fine. The only thing I didn't like about it was that it wasn't our old three bedroom, two story house. My fathers car door slammed and he went to get the bags. I scoffed as I noticed him motioning for me to come help.
I hopped out of the car and examined the land. There was a small barn not far from the house, a little shed beside it, a hens house with hens already inside, and a huge field of corn. I examined the cornfield more closely and noticed that there was a;ready stalks and stalks of corn. Than I noticed it. The scarecrow.
It's head sagged and it's body was barbed to the stand. He looked all worn out. His straw hat had millions of tiny holes in it, his clothes were completely stained. Also, his patches looked like they would fall off any minute and his stuffing would pour out.
"Hello! Megan!" My father called bringing from the pitying sight that was the scarecrow the family who had lived here had left behind.
Actually, it had seemed like they left everything behind. Like they just picked up and left, for no reason. I helped my father unpack the car but when we got inside I just dropped my suitcases and bags to the floor and informed my father of what I was going to do.
The screen door slowly closed behind me and I entered the corn field. It was just at the brink of getting dark but I could still see my way through and where I had entered from, but no scarecrow. Than I heard rustling in the maze of corn. Nothing was there, I started moving faster. Than the rustling began to pick up and so did my running until something grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I screamed until I recognized my own fathers face.
"You scared the life out of me!" I screamed, trying not to cuss.
"Sorry. But sweetie it's getting late, just let's get inside. We can start working in the farm tomorrow!" My father exclaimed. "I knew you'd love the farm. We haven't even been here for thirty minutes and you're already trying to get out into the field. In a dress, no less."
"No! I noticed the worn down scarecrow and wanted to bring it inside, to fix it," I explained.
Than I noticed the scarecrow right above us, but I still couldn't see his face. I squinted but my father tugged on my arm, dragging my attention back to him.
"Who gives a crap about that dumb old thing," my father scoffed. "The uglier it is, the more it'll scare away the crows."
I turned back to the sad scarecrow, but my father pulled me back to our new house.
Since it was our first day here, I was forced to sleep on the floor. The quilts that were pilled up underneath me didn't keep the cold air from seeping into my body. I shivered repeatedly through my broken sleep. I was angry that the moving truck couldn't of gotten here today. We had literally no furniture. That must've been the only thing the family didn't want to leave behind.
I was having a pleasant dream of my old school when I heard a creek in the floor boards. My soggy eyes popped open, alert but not fully aware of my surroundings. I turned to face my door and could hear continuous loud footsteps creeping down the hallway. Than my door knob began to rattle, just a little bit quieter than the stomping tip-toes that had been shaking the old, rickety house just seconds before. I quivered as I shivered and wondered what or who could be outside my door. Than my door slid open and the fear flowed out of me.
"Hey sweetie, having a rough time sleeping," my father asked.
"Yeah, but I finally got into a deep sleep when you came rattling down the hallway like a lunatic!" I explained in a cracking voice.
My father cleared his throat, "Oh! Sorry. I'll let you get back to sleep."
My father was just about to close the door when I noticed the scarecrow standing outside my window, his head no longer slouching, but I still couldn't see his face. A scream escaped my clenched lips and my door swung back open. When my father ran back into the room, the scarecrow disappeared. He was gone.
"What happened?!" My father begged.
"I-I-I s-saw the scarecrow!" I replied.
My father was no longer tense, but annoyed.
"I'm not falling for your tricks," he explained, shaking his index finger. "The scarecrow is not coming to life and we don't have to move."
I scoffed, "But Dad I'm not kidding! I swear!"
"Goodnight young lady," my father got in the last word as he slammed the door behind him and stomped off back to his room.
Obviously, I wasn't going to be able to sleep, so I would be up all night, eyeing out for the scarecrow. The scarecrow never did come back that night, so I just agreed with myself that it was the night playing tricks on my eyes. Right after breakfast my father put me straight to work. My father had put me on egg duty. He informed me that I might have to chase off a rooster, and than I'd have to quickly but carefully take the hens eggs.
I ducked out of the chicken coop with a basket full of eggs. As I wandered back to the new house, I noticed someone taking down the scarecrow. I dropped the basket of eggs and ran into the field. About a minute after my entry, I ran into my father. We both fell onto our backs.
"What were you doing to the scarecrow?" I asked.
"I didn't do anything," he exclaimed. "I came out here to pick some corn." My father held up a basket and motioned to the corn now covering the ground surrounding him.
"Than who took him down?"
"Enough Megan! The scarecrow is not alive and it's not gonna hurt us and we aren't moving!"
"But-"
"Okay, Megan! I'm going to go cut up that scarecrow so that you'll stop whining about how it's gonna come get you!" My father stood up and started towards the scarecrows post.
"But I haven't-" I began to complain about how I haven't said anything about the scarecrow coming to get me, how I just saw it but my I couldn't once me and my father reached the post.
The scarecrow was gone. The wire that had tied his arms to the post were cut open. My fathers face now grew worried. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the corn maze again, continuously looking back to make sure we weren't being followed I guess. We reached the edge of the corn field when my father began to pick up the pace. We passed the puddle of egg yolks cooking in the son and my father grabbed the ax from outside the door, before locking us inside the house.
We were prepared for the scarecrow to come after us from outside but suddenly the scarecrow grabbed my ankle and started dragging me down the hallway. My father chopping off his arm though. It began to bleed out, and that grasped my fathers attention, long enough for the scarecrow to push my father into the table and get atop of him. The ax got stuck in the floor.
My father searched on the table for something to use in order to protect himself and he eventually found a knife. Before my father could dig the knife into the scarecrows head I yelled, "Don't you hurt him you-" as I threw the ax.
The ax landed straight on his heart and he fell to the ground. Blood pouring out of the wound. The knife was still grasped in his hand as he bled out on the floor. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I killed my father. I killed the man who dragged me away from my friends, my mother, my everything. I was free. I laughed maniacally until I remembered the scarecrow. It hovered over me, I could now see his face clearly. It was dark and eerie and the creepiest thing I had ever seen, but the most beautiful at the same time.
Than it whispered, "I love you."
The scarecrow jabbed the knife my father had in his hand deep into my heart but my smile still remained as I stared into his dark but loving eyes. I knew that this wasn't the last of me right before everything turned black.
Two Months Later - I heard the sound of a car door slam and my eyes flashed open, but I couldn't pick up my head. I could see from the top of my eyes a little girl, a teenage boy, and their parents unpacking the mini van they had all just emerged from. Then they noticed me and my true love. I knew how they felt about us, like they should pity us. Or at least the mother felt that way; I could sense it. I looked through the corner of my eye to my ragged and worn down love. My black eyed beauty looked pleased. He would have a mother soon.
"Because darling," My father explained,"It has always been my dream."
"So!" I grumbled, "Why can't we just own the farm and still live in Burrowsville?"
"It's too far of a drive sweetie. I don't feel like driving for two hours just to get to my farm and have to leave four hours later to get home and make you dinner."
"Yeah, but you'll take your daughter away from her friends," I mumbled as the car creaked to a stop.
We pulled upfront of an old but decent looking house. The siding needed a touch up and the porch didn't look that sturdy but it was fine. The only thing I didn't like about it was that it wasn't our old three bedroom, two story house. My fathers car door slammed and he went to get the bags. I scoffed as I noticed him motioning for me to come help.
I hopped out of the car and examined the land. There was a small barn not far from the house, a little shed beside it, a hens house with hens already inside, and a huge field of corn. I examined the cornfield more closely and noticed that there was a;ready stalks and stalks of corn. Than I noticed it. The scarecrow.
It's head sagged and it's body was barbed to the stand. He looked all worn out. His straw hat had millions of tiny holes in it, his clothes were completely stained. Also, his patches looked like they would fall off any minute and his stuffing would pour out.
"Hello! Megan!" My father called bringing from the pitying sight that was the scarecrow the family who had lived here had left behind.
Actually, it had seemed like they left everything behind. Like they just picked up and left, for no reason. I helped my father unpack the car but when we got inside I just dropped my suitcases and bags to the floor and informed my father of what I was going to do.
The screen door slowly closed behind me and I entered the corn field. It was just at the brink of getting dark but I could still see my way through and where I had entered from, but no scarecrow. Than I heard rustling in the maze of corn. Nothing was there, I started moving faster. Than the rustling began to pick up and so did my running until something grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I screamed until I recognized my own fathers face.
"You scared the life out of me!" I screamed, trying not to cuss.
"Sorry. But sweetie it's getting late, just let's get inside. We can start working in the farm tomorrow!" My father exclaimed. "I knew you'd love the farm. We haven't even been here for thirty minutes and you're already trying to get out into the field. In a dress, no less."
"No! I noticed the worn down scarecrow and wanted to bring it inside, to fix it," I explained.
Than I noticed the scarecrow right above us, but I still couldn't see his face. I squinted but my father tugged on my arm, dragging my attention back to him.
"Who gives a crap about that dumb old thing," my father scoffed. "The uglier it is, the more it'll scare away the crows."
I turned back to the sad scarecrow, but my father pulled me back to our new house.
Since it was our first day here, I was forced to sleep on the floor. The quilts that were pilled up underneath me didn't keep the cold air from seeping into my body. I shivered repeatedly through my broken sleep. I was angry that the moving truck couldn't of gotten here today. We had literally no furniture. That must've been the only thing the family didn't want to leave behind.
I was having a pleasant dream of my old school when I heard a creek in the floor boards. My soggy eyes popped open, alert but not fully aware of my surroundings. I turned to face my door and could hear continuous loud footsteps creeping down the hallway. Than my door knob began to rattle, just a little bit quieter than the stomping tip-toes that had been shaking the old, rickety house just seconds before. I quivered as I shivered and wondered what or who could be outside my door. Than my door slid open and the fear flowed out of me.
"Hey sweetie, having a rough time sleeping," my father asked.
"Yeah, but I finally got into a deep sleep when you came rattling down the hallway like a lunatic!" I explained in a cracking voice.
My father cleared his throat, "Oh! Sorry. I'll let you get back to sleep."
My father was just about to close the door when I noticed the scarecrow standing outside my window, his head no longer slouching, but I still couldn't see his face. A scream escaped my clenched lips and my door swung back open. When my father ran back into the room, the scarecrow disappeared. He was gone.
"What happened?!" My father begged.
"I-I-I s-saw the scarecrow!" I replied.
My father was no longer tense, but annoyed.
"I'm not falling for your tricks," he explained, shaking his index finger. "The scarecrow is not coming to life and we don't have to move."
I scoffed, "But Dad I'm not kidding! I swear!"
"Goodnight young lady," my father got in the last word as he slammed the door behind him and stomped off back to his room.
Obviously, I wasn't going to be able to sleep, so I would be up all night, eyeing out for the scarecrow. The scarecrow never did come back that night, so I just agreed with myself that it was the night playing tricks on my eyes. Right after breakfast my father put me straight to work. My father had put me on egg duty. He informed me that I might have to chase off a rooster, and than I'd have to quickly but carefully take the hens eggs.
I ducked out of the chicken coop with a basket full of eggs. As I wandered back to the new house, I noticed someone taking down the scarecrow. I dropped the basket of eggs and ran into the field. About a minute after my entry, I ran into my father. We both fell onto our backs.
"What were you doing to the scarecrow?" I asked.
"I didn't do anything," he exclaimed. "I came out here to pick some corn." My father held up a basket and motioned to the corn now covering the ground surrounding him.
"Than who took him down?"
"Enough Megan! The scarecrow is not alive and it's not gonna hurt us and we aren't moving!"
"But-"
"Okay, Megan! I'm going to go cut up that scarecrow so that you'll stop whining about how it's gonna come get you!" My father stood up and started towards the scarecrows post.
"But I haven't-" I began to complain about how I haven't said anything about the scarecrow coming to get me, how I just saw it but my I couldn't once me and my father reached the post.
The scarecrow was gone. The wire that had tied his arms to the post were cut open. My fathers face now grew worried. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the corn maze again, continuously looking back to make sure we weren't being followed I guess. We reached the edge of the corn field when my father began to pick up the pace. We passed the puddle of egg yolks cooking in the son and my father grabbed the ax from outside the door, before locking us inside the house.
We were prepared for the scarecrow to come after us from outside but suddenly the scarecrow grabbed my ankle and started dragging me down the hallway. My father chopping off his arm though. It began to bleed out, and that grasped my fathers attention, long enough for the scarecrow to push my father into the table and get atop of him. The ax got stuck in the floor.
My father searched on the table for something to use in order to protect himself and he eventually found a knife. Before my father could dig the knife into the scarecrows head I yelled, "Don't you hurt him you-" as I threw the ax.
The ax landed straight on his heart and he fell to the ground. Blood pouring out of the wound. The knife was still grasped in his hand as he bled out on the floor. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I killed my father. I killed the man who dragged me away from my friends, my mother, my everything. I was free. I laughed maniacally until I remembered the scarecrow. It hovered over me, I could now see his face clearly. It was dark and eerie and the creepiest thing I had ever seen, but the most beautiful at the same time.
Than it whispered, "I love you."
The scarecrow jabbed the knife my father had in his hand deep into my heart but my smile still remained as I stared into his dark but loving eyes. I knew that this wasn't the last of me right before everything turned black.
Two Months Later - I heard the sound of a car door slam and my eyes flashed open, but I couldn't pick up my head. I could see from the top of my eyes a little girl, a teenage boy, and their parents unpacking the mini van they had all just emerged from. Then they noticed me and my true love. I knew how they felt about us, like they should pity us. Or at least the mother felt that way; I could sense it. I looked through the corner of my eye to my ragged and worn down love. My black eyed beauty looked pleased. He would have a mother soon.
