Scarecrow Novels Novels & Stories

, then he tried to turn around, run to trip and hit his head on a tombstone and fall dead towards an open grave. It was when he pulled the scarecrow from its base trying not to fall, but with a bad movement, the base of the stick where the scarecrow had fallen with him, piercing him in the heart, finally dead, when the scarecrow fell apart, turning to dust and being the straw carried by the wind. The woman ran away in tears. At that time, the same thing happened with young bikers, bakers, police, bandits, all were chased, forced to run for their lives, some tried to leave, but were induced to flee, running towards the cemetery, when the crows attacked them.

The scarecrow was still there, as if his eternal vigil of the fields was more relevant than the catastrophe that swept the town. When he passed the scarecrow, he headed for the footbridge that spanned the mill canal. Between shadows that grew longer and longer, he crossed the town square where something burned and melted with the charred stump of a stake babbled and babbled blasphemous obscenities to himself, and approached the door of the priest's house, the old home. of the. He slipped through the open door, climbed the ladder, and came upon a bed where someone was lying.

I was surprised to hear the sound, and made the hairs on my neck stand up. “Huh, crow? I should how? I'm afraid!" I said panicked. I remember that crows are friends of vampires, which is why I was afraid. Not only that as a child I was attacked by crows for no reason. That's why I was scared and plus this isn't my world, I'm in my own novel world. The crow in my novel world is a vampire friend, the one who always reports to the vampire leader is a black crow like the crow in front of me right now. Due to fear, I couldn't move an inch. My body felt frozen seeing and hearing the crows voice. I should now cover my ears with everything so I don't hear the sound, so I can move and not be stiff li

Yardley Novellas: A Season in Hell by Kenneth W. Cain Quiet Places: A Novella of Cosmic Folk Horror by Jasper Bark The Final Reconciliation by Todd Keisling Run to Ground by Jasper Bark Devourer of Souls by Kevin Lucia Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love by Mercedes M. Yardley Wind Chill by Patrick Rutigliano Little Dead Red by Mercedes M. Yardley Sleeper(s) by Paul Kane Stuck On You by Jasper Bark Anthologies:

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

No one would come looking for me. The journey took most of the day. By late afternoon, I reached the edge of Redscar territory. The moment I crossed the invisible boundary, the air changed. It grew thick, humid, and heavy with the raw stench of sex, sweat, cum, and blood. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself forward. Then I saw it. The Redscar pack grounds sprawled before me like a living nightmare of lust and savagery. Everywhere I looked, wolves were fucking openly, shamelessly, like animals in heat.

Out of curiosity, Lars levitated to grab it. "What is it?" Sophia asked. "I don't know, it's a... book." It was a red covered notebook, containing names, dates, a picture and short profiles. There were a mix of men and women with different ages and professions. Lars wasn't sure what these meant until he showed it to Sophia. She seemed to recognize some of the faces in the book, and it made her horrified of something. "These are... deceased Scions." Lars could felt his heart stopped. "W - What? Are you sure?"

It made him want to laugh, “Are you scared?” “No.” she replied quickly, “I just want a heads up on whom I’m dealing with.” He sighed, “Ever heard of the Knights?” “Your mom and Dad? I guess I’ve already met them. Is this a vacation?” her eyes danced in glee. Malcolm snickered, “Not them. The real Knights. The cold, bully ones.” Lauren mouthed an ‘oh’ He held her palm, “I’, going to be honest, this might be more than a room full of arrogant women but I want you to know that I’m here. I won’t let them hurt you.”

Rolph stepped toward me, but Xander stepped between us. I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's possible." A crease formed between my eyes as I studied him. "Where are you from? My pack was decimated." He nodded. "Yes. That was The Skyefrost Pack, correct?" I nodded. "How did you know that?" He nodded toward the grimoire. "That is the Book of Elders, the grimoire of your people, is it not?" "Yes," I said, dragging out the word. "Why?"

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.