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 The scarecrow The oldest chid has to sleep in the living room in the lumpy, rugged bed which was terrifying for her. Her mum and dad slept in the master bed and her brother wants the warm, cosy bed in the other bedroom. That has huge big windows which his sister was jealous about but his sister said, “at least I don’t have to look at that evil looking scarecrow in the paddock.” Terrified, petrified, horrified the boy ran off and started crying to his parents. The next sunny, warm morning the family goes out but some reason the oldest child stays in the cottage. She is in the kitchen and mysteriously the phone rings. “How weird,” she thought. She answers it, all she can hear was haunting, terrifying, horrifying breathing on the old, rusty phone. Then they hang up. She starts to get scared as she puts down the old, crackly phone and she thinks someone was watching her. Back in the posh, new kitchen she looks out the clean, new window. The scarecrow was gone. “How haunting,” she thought. She turned on the 60 inch plasma screen TV but it does not work that good. There’s a mysterious knock on the door. She is terrified. She looks out the polished window. There is nobody there. She is terrified as she thought it might have been the haunting, scary scarecrow knocking on the door. She tries to ring her mum’s fancy new phone but her mum does not answer. The haunting, horrible scarecrow is standing looking through the window. The oldest child is terrified, petrified, horrified. Her mum’s new phone rings. She is terrified. She answers it. All she could hear on the phone was mysterious laughing. 
Article posted June 22, 2010 at 04:21 PM • comment • Reads 273 • see all articles |
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