Novel & Cerita Scariest Scarecrow

A sweet sickly smell drapes over them follow by the roaring sounds of flies. Laurin points to the mountain and Indra raises her eyes. The dead trees in the alley are replaced by poles with impaled heads. Some of the rotting heads still have hair and teeth left, but most of the heads have been picked cleaned down to the bone by the crows. All of them have one thing in common – their deaths were full of terror, and their gaping mouths testify to their screams at the moment of death.

Horror welled up as I knew I had just given away our position behind the rig. The creature crouched down as if he were about to pounce, and I knew we were all about to die. Suddenly I heard a whimpering coming from the far end of the lot and looked up to see an obese, sweat-drenched man huffing and puffing as he dodged around the cars. His face was scarlet red, and I knew if this creature didn't get him a heart attack surely would.

I stood, wondering what was coming and what could be going on. Jake Kurt received a deadly blow of an axe at the back of his head and his eyes were opened. I shook my head as I studied his body. Who could have done this, huh? As I made to stand, I saw something that caught my attention. Would I be damned? There was a sculpture of a crow on his corpse. “What?” I was shocked. What could have happened here? This was definitely from the Crow organization. And it brewed my curiosity. ***

She held out her hand, and for a second, the white void slowed down. "I can see the text underneath!" Mina shouted over the rising wind of the void. "It’s not being destroyed... it’s being Struck Through! Someone is drawing a line through the South’s history!" Suddenly, a shadow fell over the grey village. The Giant Crow we had seen on our roof plummeted from the sky, landing atop the blurred remains of the village well. It was six feet tall, its feathers made of shredded black silk. In its beak, it held a pair of Silver Scissors, the kind used by a Master Tailor, but large enough to decapitate a man.

The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet. Before heading to the pizzeria nearby, we dropped by the neighbourhood cineplex to get our tickets. Then my jaw dropped. A man with cropped chestnut hair and a muscular demeanour strode about the exterior of the cineplex, flanked by two brunettes. The man in her dreams. Hanson. I staggered backwards, quickly helped up by Carla.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

But I know that he was just worried about me. I looked up at the stylish house in front of me. It would have been nice just in case it was old and scary to look at, then it was placed in the farthest and most hidden part of the village. If I was new here, I would probably believe the rumours that it was a haunted house. I might fix it but our relatives will definitely claim it. But I have more things to do than bother to fix the house that my relatives and children will take from me. Why are there people like that? The type that you have, they should also have. Jealousy! The worst thing is, your children's relatives often do that.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.