My name is Jack. Jack Smith. I lived on a farm in the middle of Georgia. I say lived because I burned the place to the ground. It was the beginning of fall, and the sun was going down. I was getting ready for the night, when I noticed that damn scarecrow. It was big, old, and creepy as hell. It had a pumpkin head, a crimson flannel shirt, black overalls, and an old frayed straw hat. I had tried to take it down many times, but to no avail. I just tried to ignore it. I got into bed and fell asleep quickly I woke up so bright rays of sunshine flowing through my window. I looked at my alarm clock. “10 am? Why didn’t I wake up?!” I thought. I got out of bed and ate breakfast. I went outside and froze. The scarecrow was gone. I started to panic, but then calmed down seeing it in the ground as if it had been knocked off its pole. “Must have been the wind,” I thought. I picked it up and put it back on its pole. I stopped. The face of the pumpkin had changed into a wide frenzied grin. I blinked and it changed back to the cheesy smile that it usually was. “Must have been my imagination.” I thought. A few hours later, I was digging some holes for potatoes, and my shovel hit something hard. It was a book. I removed the book from the ground and looked at the cover.
Di ry of Jo n Fray r
I opened the book and I read:
Jan. 14 1843
It is growing restless. I can’t keep it out for much longer. If you find this book, you are doomed.
I immediately realized what this meant. I turned around to see that scarecrow thing staring at me with a psychopathic grin. Its mouth and eyes had fire coming from them. Its right hand had turned into a set of 3 sickles and its left hand had turned into a machete stained with blood. It ran at me laughing in a deep voice. I ran into my house and locked the door. I grabbed my mattress and threw it out the window to break my fall. I grabbed all my stuff and threw it out the window onto my mattress. I found my lighter and lit it. I lit my dresser on fire and jumped out the window on my mattress. I saw my house burst into flames. I grabbed my stuff and ran. When I reached the sidewalk, I looked back at my house, and I saw a sight that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I saw my blazing house, with that pumpkin head in the window. Laughing.