The Scarecrow Part 3 A novel

In the town of Lawrence, Kansas, Dean Harrison and his family, arrive at the haunted farmhouse in the summer of 1975, where a evil scarecrow still looms over the place where evil dwells there.


4. Lawrence, Kansas-August 4, 1975


Josephine G. West was concerned about the crisis in Lawrence, Kansas. The story about murder and mayhem. The local press had suppressed the whole story because it was too horrific to tell anyone. She had read reports of death in the rural parts of Kansas, especially the farmhouses in the dirty areas that were near the old cemeteries. The legend of the scarecrow were as ancient as the other monsters of the past. She heard the sound of the telephone ringing.

"Hello. Who's this?", Josephine asked. 

"It's Matt Fraser. The party's cancelled. A lot of the locals are at Sheppard Point to make out. Want to go there?", he asked her. 

"It's dangerous", she answered him.

"I don't know...", she said.

"Come on, Josie. I know you want to have a good time". Josephine nodded. She stared at her watch. It was nine o'clock pm.

"Okay. But the curfew is in three hours. Mom and Dad will ground me for a month if I'm late". 

"I'll drive my car to your place. It's five minutes' away". Josephine grabbed her red purse in her hands. Then she opened the bedroom door, then opened the front door. She wrote down a note with a black pen that was on the dresser in the hall. "​Mom. I'm at Sheppard's Point with Matt. I'll be home by Midnight. Love, Josie​". And, as she locked up the house, she saw Matt's red 1971 van. She smiled at him. "Good evening, Josie", Matt said. The lamps were illuminating the dusty road. Josephine's long, red hair glowed in the dark; her hazel eyes focused on the other cars that were arriving at Sheppard's Point. She sat on the passenger-side door, and closed the door. Then she put the seat belt on. Matt did the same. He was nervous. His long, blonde hair was like a surfers at Sharpe's Wood beach; his blue eyes focused on the road, as the grey seat belt kept him tight in the driver's-side door. "It's ​freezing", Matt said. He headed away from the city. Suddenly he saw a large sign that had the words: ​Sheppard's Point-3 miles to the left​; he drove down the gravelly road to the point. Twenty cars and vans were there, as the rushing surf's waves battered the area. Matt undid his seatbelt and opened the front door/ Josephine followed suit. Then, by nine-thirty pm, they got out of the van. Nearby were toilets. "I'll see you in several minutes' time", she told him. 

"No problem", Matt said.

He kissed her...and walked towards the raging surf.


Nate Campbell shifted uncomfortably on the warm brown blanket. He had a nightmare about the scarecrow. The fading memories of seeing the evil monster had invaded his dreams since he was ten years old. The talk of a curfew had impacted on him since parties was a rare thing in Lawrence, Kansas. His old man, Al Campbell. III, had voted for President Nixon until he was forced from office in disgrace over the Pentagon Papers in 1971, and the break-in in 1972, that led to ​The Washington Post ​articles by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein. He had the hardcover book of ​All of The President's Men​...and knew that America was dying from a political cancer that couldn't be erased by everyone in The White House; Gerry Ford was now President so that he would stop the bleeding like a vampire from Stephen King's new novel '​Salem's Lot that was as terrifying as his other book ​Carrie from nineteen seventy-four. Nate had read about other creatures of the night. Even Jack the Ripper's notorious reputation in nineteenth century London, England, had chilled his blood as well. But the scarecrow was something else. All small towns had them on their farms; all of them had them to ward off black, squawking, crows. It was the growing horror of the imminent death of the teenagers...and some adults over the last two years or so, that gripped him. Nate focused on the cars. Girlfriends were kissing their boyfriends thinking they were safe from imminent danger. The curfew seemed to be nothing to them, especially when they were wild and innocent. Nate heard the sound of footsteps coming towards him. He was about to speak when a scarecrow raised its sharp scythe...and shattered the teenager's dream of his dead body thudded near the surf's cliffs.



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