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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