An excerpt from "The Scarecrow" 

Jack, suddenly awakened by a noise in the hall that led to his mother's room, turned a listening ear towards his door. The light from the hall overtook the darkness of his room as he heard the un-oiled hinges on his bedroom door begin to creak as it slowly swung open. The hall light silhouetted the horrible figure that stood before him. It was his scarecrow with Mr. Thomas' mask on its shoulders. In one hand it held a scythe with a gleaming, though blood stained blade. Clutched in its other hand, hanging by her hair, was his mother's head. Blood still dripped from the torn flesh where her head had been severed from her body. The terrified look still remained on her face; eyes dead, but wide open. Her mouth was frozen as if in mid scream, and her tongue, hanging over her bottom lip, dripped blood from its tip.

The monster hooked the blade of its scythe in Jack's collar as he ran past it into the hall. His feet flew out from under him, and he fell flat on his back with a painful groan. As he looked up the scarecrow raised the scythe and aimed it at Jack's head. Jack rolled over just in time as the blade stuck into the hardwood floor for almost half its length. While the monster struggled to free the blade Jack ran into his mother's bedroom. Her headless body lay in a crimson pool as the sheets soaked up her still warm blood. The bedroom door flew open and the knob banged against the wall as the scarecrow entered the room. Jack ran to the corner of the room and slid down the wall into a fetal position on the floor as the scarecrow approached with the scythe raised and ready to strike. Jack raised his arms to protect his head when

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After his wound was properly cleaned and bandaged Lawson walked into his office and sat down behind his antique oak desk. The desk he had been given as a gift when he had won the last election for sheriff. Three of the deputies that had chipped in on the desk were now dead. Lawson could not get the gruesome pictures that continued to form in his mind to stop. He could see the seemingly endless stream of blood, steaming out of Lou's severed arteries, as it flew into the cold night air. The horrified look on Lou's contorted face as his detached head rolled across the dew filled grass with blood and dew spraying off in a pinwheel shape as it reflected off of the flashlight beam. Ted's heart had been stuffed into his mouth and his eye's ripped from their sockets only to be placed back in backwards so that only the whites would show. Large bit's of Jeff's brains as they rose out of the pool of blood that had formed around his face down body, smaller bits of brain and bone scattered amongst the blood spatter and broken glass on the floor of the drugstore.