Dr Crane Scarecrow Novels & Stories

“Give him to me.” “No,” Scarecrow said, his voice only wavering a little. Christ, he had to be really confident about that barrier. Either that, or he’d taken a fistful of Xanax before the phone call. “I’m going to throw this through the doorway.” He reached over and picked something up off the examining table: a collar, much like the one Calder had worn in his cell. “You’ll shift back, and you’ll put it on. Or we will kill this one,” he gestured at me, “right here and now.”

I nodded, trying to steady my voice. “Last night was Halloween. Our boss, William Zoo, booked out a rural horror-themed escape room. He said anyone who made it through without screaming would get ten thousand. “There were nine of us. After we went in…” I went through everything—the layout, mechanisms, and performance of the scarecrow character with the oversized pumpkin head. He didn’t move, just listened in silence. “You said the pumpkin-headed character chased you with a chainsaw?” “Yes. It was incredibly loud, just this constant buzzing.”

I suddenly feel cold hands reach out from behind me and pull me violently back. I shoot up startled as fear runs through my body. I quickly look around me and realize I'm back in my room. I flop down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. It's been two weeks since I've moved into the Draven manor in the town of Draphend and each night is as sleepless as the one before. I was hired by Mr. Draven to be a live-in sitter for his youngest child, a 7 year old girl named Lorie. She's a relatively sweet and calm child. Very mature for her age but she often clings to me. She speaks often of her brother's Nicolae and Victor, neither of whom I have yet to meet. The same day I was hired Mr. Draven had t

Even though he already knew what Crane’s purpose was in locking up Ciara, he still shuddered when he heard it in person. “And I need you, Ciara.” He pressed his face against the bars, his eyes blazing. And on the spur of the moment, Scott realized what the jerk’s goal was. He struggled, trying to drag his chair to Crane so he could beat him to death. Scott roared, tugging at the chains and making a deafening clatter. Then he felt something hot penetrate his shoulders and legs. “Didn’t I warn you?” said Crane, tilting his head. “You think I’m just bluffing?”

Terri disappeared into the other room and when she returned she handed Marion her copies of both statements. Kim came back with an additional cup and plate and all of us sat down around the table to enjoy some coffee and fresh apple pie and conduct the business that needed to be done. Ted presented me with the contract for the security gate and said that crane prices change so he couldn't nail down a crane owner for a solid price. Ted explained that he called a couple of heavy duty wrecker companies and talked to them. He told me a large wrecker that picks up tractor trailers would do the job to lift a pillar into place. Ted said with that change alone, it saves a lot of money because he sai

Jack said. “Thanks.” I walked with him to the porch and we hugged goodbye. “Don’t be such a stranger,” Jack said as he walked to the SUV and got in. He drove off, the three vans following behind him and I headed to the barn. Nothing was out of place and you would never guess that they had just dismembered five bodies in there. I scrutinized the floor for any drops of blood, but found none.

V. Drax strolled toward his car in the underground garage, softly humming a tune to himself when the overhead fluorescent lights began to flicker. He glanced up at the erratic lighting but kept walking, trying to ignore the eerie sensation that had gripped him. The previous night, a man had nearly strangled him in his sleep. Drax had fought back, but the intruder was unusually strong and strangely scentless, dressed entirely in black. The intruder had vanished out of his window when Drax raised an alarm.

"Mr. Lowe..." the driver started to explain. Drake cut him off with a kick. "This is trespassing. Do you have a death wish?" "Mr. Lowe, this wasn't my idea. It was Mr. Houston..." the driver sobbed. He'd never driven a tractor before, and he just happened to be nearby. A moment later, Drake heard a car engine pulling up. He pushed past the driver and saw Marion stepping out of the car. Marion grabbed a sledgehammer from the trunk, and Drake's face darkened.

Ciara watches him in shock “He understands you?” “Ofcourse” I reply sharply “Who has them?” I add not up for small talk she sighs “All I know is the name on the crates at the runway” “Crates?” Drake asks pulling onto the road and heading towards home, she scratches the back of her neck then she closes her eyes eating her bottom lip. All the colour drains from her face as I brace myself for what she was to afraid to say out loud “I tried to stop them but they said they were too dangerous to keep awake, they put them in a crate each”

There was no Santa Claus, no Tooth Fairy—only wrongs and rights intersecting in ways nobody had stopped to warn her about. She looked down at her imperfect crane and realized how silly it was. It wasn’t going to change anything. It wasn’t going to save anyone. Robby’s thrashing ceased the moment she let the crane drop. His breathing drew into a long rattle. She crushed the origami beneath her sneaker as she neared the bed, watching her friend die in front of her.