Scrick, scrick…. a light scratching was heard upon the door, but he could not tell through the encumbered mist what was doing it. A pool of wetness meandered a trail along his elbow. Was he bleeding?! He checked the scrape across his arm; the flesh wound was fine. An acrid odor of urine punched the air around him. Erelis was scrunched in a tight fetal ball near his feet. BANG! The hovel door splintered down the middle and hung together by the sheer convolution of tied ropes used to construct the door ages ago. Another hard blow would be no match for the door if the scarecrow wanted access.
HEE HEE hEE Hee AH ha haha!!!!!!! a wicked giggle echoed into the night. Through the slats of wicker, Jarel could see a pair of wicked eyes floating in the doorway; a fire from within danced behind the orange slits. Jarel looked for an escape route; they could not be cornered! A metallic chop hacked down upon the dangling door sending splintered bits spinning across the room. AHHHHH HA HA HAAAAA! This thing cackled! Its eyes glared at the cot. The sobs from Ivy were giving them away! They was dead for certain. How would his body be seen the following morning? In mere moments, however, an odd calmness swept through him. The insane pumpkin thing stood before the cot cackling; an inner joke kept its amusement. SLING! the blade swung down cracking the bed in two. The chine embedded solidly into the floorboards right between him and Ivy!
“Ahhhh!!” she shrieked “ My leg!”
The creature teetered before them chittering with laughter. Before Jarel could think, he sprang to his feet overturning the broken bed in the process. The Scarecrow was everything his nightmares could conjure. It was standing over them at least a foot high radiating an inner black glow that blazed behind animated features. Straw stuffing of its innards oozed a black, oily puss and hemmed canvas clothing hung haphazardly from its body like peeling chunks of skin.
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