Jeff The Killer vs. The Rake: Difference between revisions

I was on my way to Harvard University with my girlfriend, Kate. We were driving in the '12 Mustang my dad bought before he was murdered. You see, I was a farm boy from Kansas *sigh* me and my dad would always set scarecrows in the field where he worked most of the year. My brother and I fought about who would set the scarecrow for Halloween that year (1997) about half a mile away from the farmhouse. I was chosen by dad to set it up. I carried the shitty little ‘crow'crow through the field to an empty post. I climbed up, with the scarecrow on my back, and readied to fix the ‘crow'crow unto the post. Just done with one hook, some… THING pulled from the post into the grass. I went down screaming, as that thing ripped the scarecrow apart. I was struggling to get the damned thing off my back, as that animal was pulling as hard as it could.