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ScareCrow Horror


Scarecrow comes and rips apart the one's child with the rips, rips, rips of the

children and brakes there bones worlds fading in and out, as he says "time to play"

He comes back again after awhile and hunts a boy down the scarecrow waits then

strikes as bones brake with a crack, crack, crack as gallons of blood spews out 

squirting out hearts and organs the scarecrow says "time to play". One and last

it happens to a girl but changes she burns the scarecrow and joins him both say

"time to play".

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