Crows screamed from the trees above. The ground was covered in dead crunchy leaves. Autumn was taking over the town of Derry. Mike watched as his grandfather set up the scarecrow in the middle of the crop field. He cringed slightly at the sight then turned away from the window and walked downstairs to get ready for the day.
He did his morning farm chores, went to school, did his after-school chores, then did his homework. He sat at his desk in his room and tapped his pencil against the wooden surface. He found his gaze wandering off toward the window. The window had the perfect view of the scarecrow in the middle of the field.
He sighed heavily and stood up to close the shades.
"That should do it" he mumbled to himself then left his desk to get ready for bed.
In the middle of the night, he heard the loud squawks from the crows. It woke him from a deep sleep. He rolled over and looked around his dark room. With a heavy sigh, a slight groan, and a shake of the head, he got out of bed. He turned on the light and rubbed his eyes.
"It is way too late for this" he muttered to the air. That's when he noticed a shadow stretched across his bedroom floor from the light of the window. He looked up and noticed the shades were open and then gazed across the shadow. It was an outline of a man or something else. A scarecrow.
Mike jumped back away from the shadow and looked over at the window. He slowly crept over to look out. His breathing was shaky. He peeked out the window and followed the single outside light. The scarecrow was still in the middle of the field. He looked back at the floor and noticed the shadow was gone. He shakily closed the shades again, got back into bed, and curled up under the blankets. He left the light on and tried to get some more sleep.
He woke up early the next day and repeated his daily routine. Everything went fine.
Until the moon arrived to take over the sun's place.
He walked out of his bathroom and into his bedroom. He noticed the shadow was back and even larger on his floor. He stared at the shadow again and followed it to the window. He slowly walked over to it and looked out at the field. The scarecrow was gone.
Mike heard a rustling behind him and slowly turned around. The scarecrow stared him down.
The next morning, Mike's grandfather walked out back to check the crops and noticed something different about the scarecrow. As he got closer, his eyes widened. There was his grandson, unconscious and hanging by his wrists on the wooden stand.
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IT31 || 31 days of IT
Fiksi PenggemarThis is my attempt at writing spooky oneshots for the Losers Club every day of October. Wish me luck. Every chapter is its own story! Also, Pennywise stars in some of these oneshots. If you're in denial that he exists, well you've been warned! Some...
