Character Ideas Book 1 [Discontinued]

Creepypasta: Fear Itself

The wheat fields, a beautiful sight to some people. The example of a good harvest in progress, the sign of Fall creeping in. But to others this sight is the one place that many fears are formed, either because of the thought of being lost in the maze of wheat or because of the Halloween preparation that happen around it. Now deep within this one field is a scarecrow, hanging from a post to help scare off avian pests that wish to feast upon the wheat. And right below this scarecrow is a few teens, laughing and joking amongst each other. Alcohol being drank amongst them as they talk about their latest problem, all but one, a young man that was looking up at the scarecrow with a soft smile. Now this young man was known as Crane and the reason he was smiling at the scarecrow was because of what was to happen soon, he slowly walks behind the scarecrow post as the sun slowly lowers in the sky. The other teens notice this and start packing up until they notice what Crane did, one of the other guys asked him, "Yo man what are you doing?" Which he replies with, "You'll see." He grins as they sun finally leaves the sky and lets the moon fill the sky once more, the moon light slowly falling onto the scarecrow limp upon the post. Silence fills the air as everyone stares at the scarecrow as its body slowly starts twitching and shifting upon the post, a glow slowly come from its empty head. First it flickers in and out of existence as the teens back away from it slowly, until finally it explodes into flames as it roars at the teens making them scream in horror as they run into the wheat field. It pries itself from the post, stretching slightly before turning to Crane who is grinning happily while holding a scythe in his hands. "Good to see you again Bane, ready for a another harvest?" The scarecrow laughs while taking the scythe, twirling it around in his hands. "Im always ready little fire." He says while turning towards the direction of the teens that ran off. "Then go my scarecrow, a harvest their fear and souls!" Crane points towards the direction they went as the scarecrow leaps into the wheat, disappearing from sight. That night was filled with the screams of horror and the sound of flesh being cut apart,  a good harvest season this year a very good harvest haha!

[Why don't you tell your good pal Jackie what your fear is.]