The Scarecrow's Watch
The old scarecrow stood sentinel in the cornfield, its burlap head tilted perpetually towards the decrepit farmhouse. As twilight deepened on Halloween night, its straw-filled arms seemed to subtly shift, casting longer, more menacing shadows. A child, trick-or-treating alone, noticed the scarecrow's button eyes were now glowing faintly red. A cold gust of wind rustled through the dry corn, and a low, guttural chuckle seemed to emanate from the scarecrow's fixed grin. The child froze, realizing the twine binding its wrists was slowly, deliberately, coming undone. With a final, terrifying creak, the scarecrow stepped down from its post, its gaze fixed on the retreating figure.
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