Novelas y relatos de Creepy Scarecrow

“I told you, at the Pumpkin Park on Saturday by some creepy guy in a hood!” “Who you say is dead now.” “Exactly!” “And you just thought, ‘hey, I should take a book from a dead guy’ whose body just happened to vanish right in front of you!” “Oh, well you're not the one who was being terrorised by a fucking pumpkin...!” Jake felt the book stir in his hand. He held it out and watched the symbol on the cover begin to glow. “Still think it's a prank?” Jake went on, “why does it have a pentagram symbol on it, though?”

In the beginning, the black smoke was only a little shallow. As time went by, the black smoke grew thicker and thicker. It even covered the whole pile of corpses. At this time, the roots came out of the ground and came to an open space in the center. They began to wrap around each other. After a while, the roots were tightly wrapped into a human shape. At first glance, he looked like the most common scarecrow in the field. However, this scarecrow was made up of tightly entangled roots, and it gave off a sinister smell.

The rays of sunlight were slowly creeping into her room through the window as she walked to the windows to bring down the curtains. She yawned and held the curtains as she saw a scarecrow outside the compound they shared with the kids in the neighborhood who were still building the scarecrow as a crow flew and perched on its head. "Of course! Tomorrow is Halloween! They are getting prepared" She studied the scarecrow and for a second, she thought that the scarecrow moved its head and was staring at her now. She flinched and moved backward. That was when she noticed that one of the kids was at the back of the scarecrow and was adjusting its head.

He drew a few more spells, causing spiritual energy to roll off his body in waves as six scarecrows appeared around Wilbur to surround him. "Have a taste of my Dark Harvest." The spiritual flames on Maddox's body shot into the air as he burst out laughing. The six scarecrows were each around two meters tall, sporting torn straw hats and terrifying expressions. Four limbs stuck out of each of their lanky bodies, with one of those limbs holding a long, thin scythe. These scarecrows seemed to radiate a terrifying forcefield, burning with jet-black flames as they waved their burning scythes and made their way over to Wilbur.

Dmitri says, pointing at a road heading east. Roseanne follows Dmitri to an isolated road which seems to be heading towards the fields. They follow the road and reach a maize field which is surprisingly at full harvest. The whole field is lively with the green crops, swaying lightly in the breeze. A scarecrow is placed in the middle of the field but it is in a peculiar shape. “That is like a cross,” Dmitri notes. The scarecrow’s limbs are stretched to form a cross which is strange. “There is an oak tree too!” Roseanne gasps, pointing at an old oak tree which is standing a few feet from the field. “She must be living there!”

The creeper took a step to them, snarling with drool slipping from its mouth down to the sand. “I have no choice but to step in.” The pregnant woman said about moving. The creeper halted, something was wrong and it felt it soon after It’s eyes widened as it’s body slowly deteriorated from his sides leaving only it’s two legs. “What the?!” the pregnant woman was surprised. “… how did he do that?!” “We survived!” Peirce and Node rejoiced as their knees where almost failing them. “It was more scary than the Torzillas.” Peirce exhaled, fell on his knees on their accomplishment, Node held his shaking hand as he forced a smile on his face.

It took me a few seconds before I hesitantly placed my hand in the crook of his elbow. His arm was solid muscle. I could feel the heat of him even through the fabric, and my heart skipped a beat. The moment we entered the ballroom, the noise died. It was like someone hit a mute button. Dozens of eyes locked onto us like searchlights. Or more accurately, they locked onto his face. Onto Caspian Valerius. The people who came to see the "disfigured monster" were frozen, their faces a mask of shock and disbelief when they saw he was untouched.

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

“My plaything. Mine to torture as I wish. Any of you have a problem with that?” The dozens of faces stopped, and Scarlet could see their fear. No one was willing to challenge him. Clearly, this creep was king of the hill in here. The others slowly slinked away, disappointed but resigned. The creep turned and reached down and grabbed Scarlet with one hand by the back of her shirt. He picked her up high in the air with a single hand, and inspected her as if she were an insect. He was so powerful, he held her as if he were carrying a fly.