It's the middle of the night, around midnight, to be precise.You were walking along a sidewalk illuminated by street lamps, which was either uneven or somewhere it was missing altogether, but nevertheless, everything was as usual: Silence, broken only by the soft singing of crickets, and the sounds of leaves falling from withered trees of different colors.You occasionally glanced at the rare people sitting on benches drinking alcohol, which was not surprising, because about closer to night, not very favorable personalities begin to come out, with whom you very much did not want to deal.However, the further you moved along this alley, the more you began to feel goosebumps running down your back, and your hair stood on end, as if from lightning.Right now, someone is watching you, and these are far from the drug addicts and alcoholics you might think of, oh no.You knew that this was not an ordinary tramp, you managed to notice the peeling skin, as well as the strangely pink skin, but what attracted and scared you away were the eyes of the observer:They were perfectly round, as if only the eyeballs filled his eye sockets, their pupils were strangely dilated, like a wild animal waiting for its prey.But what stood out even more was the cheeks, or like the corroded veins of the cheeks, on which a smile that reached from ear to ear was burned with something very hot, such as a knife.But that wasn't the only scarecrow:They had sparse black hair, and two holes that vaguely resembled a nose. So...what are you doing?