I remember the summer of my 7th grade like it was yesterday.
How my mom woke me up with freshmade pancakes, like she always did in special occasions. Or how the sky looked brighter than ever. Probably, because I didn't had to go to school.
I picked my bike and rode down the street, knocking in all my friends houses, so we could go play in the city park.
It was a calm neighborhood. Everyone knew and trusted each other.
With the exception Mr. Green. Me and my friends called him that, because his house had green roof tiles.
We would always take a longer path, to avoid passing by his house.
He never did something to scare us off, but we all had a gut felling telling us to stay away. I'll thank every single day for that.
That summer we decided to end that fear by investigating him. I don't know what we had in mind, we were kids, our idea of investigation was hidding in the bushes in front Mr. Green house. But we did it anyways.
My parents had gave me a polaroid for Christmas, that we used to take lots of pictures of our "target".
Needless to say we didn't found anything. Or at least we thought we didn't.
The years passed, we went separate ways to college and those 3 months turned into old memories.
Well, today I found my polaroid box full of pictures. I was felling nostalgic and a bit dumb remembering our detective days.
Until I saw it.
A scarecrow in the back of Mr. Green house. As the days passed the structure would shrink and parts of it fall. But them, the next day, it was like new again.
I looked in the back of the pictures to see the date, then searched the missing people list of my town.
Everytime he got a new scarecrow a person would be reported missing the next couple of days.
I felt my stomach twist.
It can't be true, right?
It was just a children's paranoia.
I don't know what to do. Mr. Green doesn't live where anymore, the house is empty.
What the police would think of this? None of the adults saw him as a threat.
I'm gonna send this pictures to my friends. I want them to know we were right.
That gut feeling probably saved us years ago.
YOU ARE READING
Short scary stories
HorrorIn this book I'm going to write short horror stories about different topics. I'll put a notice at the beginning, if there's a more sensitive topic. I don't accept copies or adaptations. Have fun reading, see you on the other side.
