Scarecrow Jonathan Crane Novels & Stories

He began to recall how he'd become a lycanthrope killer. * * * Five months earlier, Jonathan was returning from a prayer meeting in the middle of the night, when his car ran out of gas, near a cornfield. He came out and began to survey the area, looking to see if he'd spot a gas station at some point. He didn't see any. He was about to give up hope and reenter his car, when he made out a faint outline of a human figure in the cornfield. Jonathan was about to call out to the person, when he saw a fright-inducing sight.

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

“What do you want from Jace?” Crane tilted his head. “Still protecting your billionaire boyfriend, are we? Tell me, River, do you even know who he really is?” “Enough of your crap, Crane,” River snapped. “You used my father, you used Cole, and now you’re hiding in warehouses. What’s your endgame?” Crane chuckled, slow and bitter. “My endgame? I don’t have one anymore. He ruined me, River. Jace Maddox destroyed everything I built, my company, my reputation, my future. So I’m just returning the favor.”

They screamed, running helter-skelter. The dressed pig jumped down from the ceiling of the tunnel and landed on his two hind feet. It looked at them, wondering why they were running. He was the one meant to be running. They were weird. When they saw the pig was not running after them as expected. They relaxed and walked slowly towards it. “Me Grayscale!” They screamed again but this time they didn't run. His words were deep and scary but not the ground shaking kind. “Jonathan sent I to you!”

"Close your eyes for me." "Mommy?" Little Cole grew curious as Kira slides a satin eye mask over her eyes. "It's just until we get on the highway, alright? Be a good girl and keep it on." "Okay mommy…" Cole obeys, sitting quietly as Kira drives out of the garage. She slams the brakes when a delirious Mr. Crane runs in front of the vehicle. Breathing hard and with a crazed look. Mr. Crane is naked and with sores covering his flesh. Some of them consume part of his scalp, where shiny brown hair used to grow. Each sore bleeds blue pus and his fingernails are the same toxic-blue color. He stares with eyes 'black as ink' as her husband described. Black veiny whites surrounding the iris's, Kira kn

“I went and turned on the light by the door and watched from another window but he didn’t move. It was really starting to give me the creeps, you know? I mean, it was right under the light so I couldn’t see its face any more than, you know, which way the eyes were pointing. I went upstairs and got Ed’s gun and a flashlight and then opened the door to holler at him. That’s when I could tell something was wrong.” “What do you mean?” “Well, it was standing too still. It didn’t even flinch when I hollered,” she said. “So, I walked out a little closer and when I shined my light on it from the driveway I could tell it wasn’t a person. It was a scarecrow. Kind of a dummy held up with sticks with a

"I wanna give up but I don't wanna die as well. I wanna escape from this hellhole. God, I don't know what to do." Jonathan pulls her into a sitting position and hugs her. "It's okay, I'm here. We can spend the rest of our day together. Just please, take a deep breath and calm yourself down." Katherine spends her time in his arms as she calms herself down. She looks at him and smiles. "Thank you." Suddenly, there are two crows outside the window. Jonathan immediately stood up and headed to the window to grab the letters. He noticed there's a total of two letters, which is odd since he expects to have two letters, one for him and one for Katherine.

"Because we've survived everything else. The drugging. The attacks. The ambushes. We're still here. Still fighting." "I'm tired of fighting." "I know. But we're almost done. The Covenant is falling apart. Most of them are arrested. The rest are running. Soon, we can breathe." I wanted to believe him. Wanted to feel safe. But the letter sat on the table. Physical proof that someone still wanted me dead. The next morning, Santos called. "We identified the letter writer. Robert Crane. Covenant member. He was arrested yesterday in Boston." Relief washed over me. "So he can't hurt me."