I SAW IT! I SAW IT!
THE DOOR WAS LOCKED! I SWEAR!
!THE CREAKS THE CREAKS, ITS IN THE HOUSE! GUNS NOR BLADES WONT HELP, IT WONT DIE- IT WONT DIE!

I cannot sleep, When I lay in bed, I see the shadows dance, I see it. I hear it. It's waiting, waiting, waiting. When I close my eyes it gets closer, I hear the creaks, I recognise the shape.

Its a scarecrow... Is it not? YET WHY DOES IT HAVE HELLISH TEETH, HANDS OF BLADES AND A CAGE OF DEATH ON IT.

I've been up for many days, I grow tired day by day. But I know if I fall asleep, It'll strike. I tried leaving the house, going to the store- but even then I see it, on the back of the carriage, behind the cashier. It wont leave me It wont leave IT WONT LEAVE.

I AM DONE I AM DONE! I ventured into a forest for a walk. why would it haunt me, me, me of all. It was dark, so dark. I HEAR THE CRIES OF PAIN OF THE PAST KNOWN FACES, I HEAR THEM YELLING FOR HELP, ITS HERE, ITS THERE.

Guess I'll whistle ti'll it gets me- that piece of junk metal *******-..

Harvesting time soon ain't it? Been a good season this year, I expect plenty profits to come. I asked Linda to make or buy new scarecrows, those darn birds have been flocking the fields hella lot lately.

Can't seem to find Linda though, she went yesterday to the old barn past the dead fields that belonged to a long gone neighbour, I've already told about em' in this log haven't I.

Well, she got the job done, writing this from the kitchen table, I can see from the window a darn big scarecrow in the middle of our beloved fields- She sure got a good one, it's metallic and has even a lit up lantern, seems to be rather old though. I can see the cloths are all ripped up- and plenty sharp stuff there too.

I'll head out tomorrow to see it better, I'll tone it a bit, remove those sharp edges- It's meant to scare the birds, not hurt em' after all.

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