By Richie Tankersley Cusick

Watch out the kindness of strangers

After crashing her automobile, Pamela Westbrook awakens to discover that she has been rescued and cared for by means of the Whittakers, a kinfolk residing on a distant farm within the Ozark hills. nonetheless reeling from her coincidence and haunted by means of a sad loss, Pamela takes convenience within the farm's old fashioned surroundings and the family's peaceable ways.

But quickly, Pamela turns into cautious of her atmosphere. Micah, the unusual, silent son, is handled cruelly and turns out eager to exhibit a message to Pamela. Girlie, the youngest baby, possesses scary, unnatural powers. while it's time for the ritual burning of the scarecrows, Pamela comes head to head with a terrifying evil. She is able to break out from the family's darkish rituals—but the Whittakers don't wish her to go away.

Show description

Read Online or Download Scarecrow PDF

Similar Horror books

The Sundial

Prior to there has been Hill condominium, there has been the Halloran mansion of Jackson’s stunningly creepy fourth novel, The SundialWhen the Halloran extended family gathers on the family members domestic for a funeral, nobody is stunned while the slightly odd Aunt Fanny wanders off into the key backyard. yet then she returns to document an striking imaginative and prescient of an apocalypse from which in simple terms the Hallorans and their hangers-on should be spared, and the kin reveals itself engulfed in turning out to be insanity, worry, and violence as they organize for a bad new global.

The Big Book of Ghost Stories

The massive ebook OF GHOST tales is a lively Black Lizard anthology with over 1000 pages of haunted—and haunting—tales. The ghost tale might be the oldest of all of the supernatural literary genres and has captured the mind's eye of just about each author to place pen to the web page. right here, Edgar Award-winning editor Otto Penzler has his willing feel of the supernatural to gather the main chilling and uncanny stories within the canon.

Hell House

Rolf Rudolph Deutsch goes die. but if Deutsch, a filthy rich journal and newpaper writer, begins considering heavily approximately his imminent dying, he deals to pay a physicist and mediums, one actual and one psychological, $100,000 each one to set up the evidence of lifestyles after loss of life. Dr. Lionel Barrett, the physicist, observed via the mediums, trip to the Belasco condominium in Maine, which has been deserted and sealed because 1949 after a decade of drug dependancy, alcoholism, and debauchery.


A chilling story of a grotesque mystery from the world-renowned writer of Portent "My redemption begun in Hell. .. " So starts off James Herbert's debatable and wonderful new chiller. Nicholas Dismas is a personal investigator, yet like no different that has long gone earlier than him. He incorporates a mystery approximately himself to which no longer even he has the reply.

Additional resources for Scarecrow

Show sample text content

The timber swayed as one; not anything broke loose or moved out the place i'll see it. Nervously I moved clear of the window, attempting to face Franny with a relaxed I didn’t consider. “All instantly. inform me what occurred. ” She was once shaking so badly that I needed to carry her hands to quiet her, or even then her voice trembled in order that i may scarcely make out what she was once asserting. “Franny, remain calm and begin back. ” “You didn’t pay attention it? It used to be horrible—I’m scared—scared—” “Scared of what? quiet down so i will comprehend you. ” In desperation I passed her the glass of water on my evening desk. “Here. Drink this. Slowly. ” I watched her take the glass, how it shook at her lips, spilling liquid down front of her nightgown. “I was…in bed,” she stammered, yet a minimum of her voice sounded greater now and that i can make out so much of her phrases. “I was…asleep, I think—don’t know the way long—” “That’s very well, it doesn’t subject. What occurred? ” “I—” She took a deep breath and drank extra water. After a number of sips her fingers appeared much less shaky. “I awakened ’cause I heard this noise—” “What form of noise? ” “I don’t know…a…sort of…shuffling noise. ” Her voice started to upward push back, edged with panic. “You understand, the best way humans stroll while they’re stumbling around…like…like it was once unwell maybe…or…” Even within the darkness i'll see her face move deathly light. I reached for her arms yet they have been clutching the glass so tightly that I couldn’t even get a fingerhold to pry them free. “Sick…or…” “Or what? ” I requested her slowly, hating the best way her eyes unexpectedly pinned mine, vivid with uncontrollable worry. “Or…you know…” her voice sank to a whisper that gave the impression of a shout within the black, black, room. ” Or…dead. ” I watched her as in a dream, my brain recoiling from the utter terror on her face, the darkish holes of her eyes in her too-white face. “Franny…” I whispered. “You be aware of, don’t you? ” she stated dully, her gaze fastened on mine. “But you don’t are looking to think she introduced him again. ” after which, to my horror, I watched her hand tighten round the glass, squeezing it in order that the glass exploded into hundreds and hundreds of tiny slivers that sliced into her dermis and showered over my mattress. “Franny! ” I hadn’t intended to yell so loudly, yet without warning there have been voices out within the corridor and other people working, and Seth burst via my door with Rachel correct in the back of him. within the glow of the candle that Rachel held, Seth’s face used to be offended, yet hers used to be apprehensive. “What the hell’s occurring? ” As I grew to become helplessly towards Franny, her eyes grew frantic, begging me to not inform. “Why…I…we…” I stammered ridiculously, and Seth, on a few intuition of his personal, crossed to the window and peered out. “Franny, my pricey, what’s occurred? ” Rachel was once there at the mattress with us, patting her sister’s shoulder, pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of her gown and wrapping it round Franny’s bloody hand. I jumped up and doing and took my scarf from the chair, slipping it on as i attempted to concoct a few believable clarification. “It used to be a nightmare—” i started. “—sleepwalking,” Franny complete.

Rated 4.05 of 5 – based on 30 votes