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 Scarecrow Next to the beautiful cottage there was a scruffy, ugly scarecrow that was covered in green, slimy caterpillars from head to toe. It was so disgusting. The oldest child Xavier had to sleep on the squeaky couch that had cockroaches in the sides. Anita, his sister was fussy and wanted the second bedroom for her so called privacy and the parents wanted the master bedroom. The next morning they have to go out in the Kyle’s 3 seater jeep. The oldest, most responsible child Xavier has to stay home in the crammed, dusty cottage. He is walking around the old fashioned tile kitchen when the old phone rang. She answers the phone but all she hears is a deep loud sound of somebody breathing. Suddenly the mystery voice hangs up and quietly and firmly Xavier puts the phone down. Xavier starts to feel spooked, terrified, petrified and as if someone’s watching him. Back in the mouldy and rusty, ugly and dirty kitchen, he looked out the window that was covered in blood. Suddenly the scary and ragged, rusty and starving scarecrow disappears in a flash. Xavier tries his hardest to turn the brown, crackly and stiff TV on but unfortunately it doesn’t work properly. He hears a knock on the door, it sounded like someone knocking on the door with a hammer. Xavier looks out the dirty, cobwebbed window, but all he sees is thin air. Xavier tries to ring his mum but instead he hears his mum’s mobile phone in the huge master bedroom ring. He runs up the noisy, covered steps and dives on the bed like an Olympic swimmer and was relieved to hear the phone ring again. He eventually looks out the tinted, shiny window. Shocked, spooked, worried the ugly scary one eyed scarecrow was standing, starring through the window.  Article posted June 17, 2010 at 05:17 PM • comment • Reads 251 • see all articles |
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