Halloween was just around the corner. The nearly dead grass having already a thin layer of crunchy orange leaves, down to trees that have barely any color. This time around in the town of levine, everyone shows off. It was the kind of town that didnt have much, and would instead make creepy, odd things of their own.

The scarecrow down the street is what caught everyone's attention.

He stood just over 7 feet tall, had this creepy rotton pumpkin for a head, and had these huge hands made from sticks. It looked so real, though it was meant to be fake. Which threw you off.

Just as night fell, 12 am hit, it was now halloween. Thats when everything came to life. The scarecrow now felt alive, moved his hand, stepped out from the ground, along with every other creature here. Except he wasnt here to hurt anyone. They were.

Scarecrows are meant to protect crops from crows. He didnt have any crops, or crows. And in this case, everyone here were his crops, and now, these- creatures were the crows.