Revenge of the Scarecrow A novel

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  • Publiceret: 20 feb. 2018
  • Opdateret: 24 feb. 2018
  • Status: Færdig
The cornfield in Lawrence, Kansas, is haunted by a scarecrow. When Bobby Richards and his family arrive there in the summer of 1977, they see a scary looking scarecrow who moves around at night time with its scythe in its right hand.

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2. Lawrence, Kansas, June 12, 1977

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Bobby awoke. He was checking on the time clock. It read: 8:04 AM. He got up, and noticed his wife was already asleep. He smiled. Then he had a shower, got dressed, and was already for the morning's glow to shear the darkness of the farmhouse. He placed the typewriter on the middle of the huge study room. And he begun to write for the rest of the day.

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Rich slept soundly. He knew that school was in a couple of days' time, since it was a Saturday morning. For some reason, new towns were different. He was dressed in a red T-shirt, blue flares, black socks, and brown shoes on his feet. He put on his black watch on. Then he saw Brenda was smiling at him. "Are you alright?", she asked him. "Yes, I am fine", he answered her. "Has the swelling gone down?". "Yeah, I won't be jumping on the hard ground any time soon". She was wearing a black T-shirt, blue flares, red socks, and black shoes on her feet. And a black watch on her right hand. As she walked outside, she saw a group of teenagers smoking. "Hey, you're new here. I'm Rod. This is my sister Rebecca. And Graham". "I'm Brenda. This is Rich, my brother. We saw the scarecrows last night". Rod froze. "Did you? My older brother, Chad, saw one in nineteen seventy-six while he was on his date at Sharpe's Arrow, which is three miles north of Lawrence, Kansas. She saw a scarecrow moving across the fields. '​I'm scared, Chad. I want to go home'", Stacey said. And, as Chad kissed her, he drove her back to her house in his nineteen-seventy three orange van. When Chad told her parents about the scarecrow, her father and mother told her she was dreaming. And, for them, that was the end of the matter". Rich shivered. He was thinking about the scarecrows. A cold fear gripped him. "It's going to be alright, Rich. Besides, we have a plan to stop them", Rebecca said. He stared at her...and smiled. "Let's do that", Rich said. And he grinned forcefully...and prayed to God that they would end everything before it was too late.

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Graham was smoking. He opened his mouth, as the aroma of the cigarette flowed in the air. "Mom and Dad are divorcing. It's because he hasn't been the same since Vietnam. He was a soldier who came home a different man. Everyone booed him at the parades in Kansas, New York, and Chicago; everyone was reacting badly to the war. And he died from emphysema when he was only forty-six. Mom knew the funeral was hard on her. She wasn't going to marry anyone else because they'd had met when they were sixteen at a school dance back in nineteen sixty-one. Life under President Kennedy was full of hope, and a new idealism that was a mirage. Death was death; death was something that ripped away at a façade of those who died instantly. Now, in the year nineteen seventy-seven, change had brought its own horror.

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Brenda stared at the cornfields. "It's rather old", she said. She picked up the cigarette and smoked it. She smiled as she heard the sound of footsteps. "It's Todd. He knew the owner's of the scarecrows", Graham said. Todd Myerson, a sickly looking teenager, walked towards them. "Graham, nice to see you", he said. He saw Brenda and Rich. "Hi, I'm Todd. It's nice to meet new people in Lawrence". He coughed. "Are you alright?", Brenda asked him. "No. I have cancer. I've got three year's to live", he answered her. "Oh, I'm sorry", she said. "That's fine. My parents, Aileen and Gordon Myerson, were writers on folklore. Apparently, the scarecrows were here since eighteen fifty-nine. It was during the American Civil War in President Abraham Lincoln's day. The story was that the President used soldiers to guard the cornfields at night. They moved on their own volition, scaring the locals. You couldn't kill them. Sometimes, in the heat of the night, there was a farmer called Ryerson. He shot one of them in the chest with his rifle. The scarecrow fell downward next to his black boots. And looked dead. Over the centuries, Kansas was full of them. And the legend grew about them. Sadly, I'm too ill to look at night time for them". Brenda nodded. "So, what now?", she asked him. "We all should head back home before darkness arrives", Todd answered her. And the children ran home as dark, threatening, clouds hovered above their heads. Suddenly it begun to rain heavily, as all of Kansas was drenched overnight.

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Rich opened the front door. "You're wet!", Donna said. "Brenda and I were with our friends, Mom. They told us about the scarecrows". She grinned at him. "Have a shower, and dry yourself. Then you can get dressed into your pyjamas. And be ready for dinner". Brenda smiled. "Mom, this is Graham, Rod, and Rebecca. They live in the nearby farmhouses". "Hi, I'm Donna. I'm sure your parents want to know where you are". "They're around...somewhere", Todd said. And he walked away from her, and opened the door. The others ran as well to their homes. And, as Brenda closed the door, she turned on the heater to keep warm.

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