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Murder of the ScareCrow

Darren just turned 23, and heard news from his boyfriend that he was not gay anymore. Deciding to take a walk along field he knew well, but got attacked by a hit by a car and attacked by a serial killer.

CrispApple2019 · Horror
Not enough ratings
4 Chs

The Murder Attempt

A candle that burned brightly, would be blown out, it was a birthday cake. "Happy birthday Darren!" his boyfriend would cheer him over the phone, Darren, who was silently crying "Thank you Tucker" he would reply, trying to hide the fact he was upset.

A birthday gift he got this morning from tucker had made darren cry "Hey Darren, sorry to say this, but I'm not gay, sorry I lied to you" is what the text had said. Few hours later, Darren went out for a walk to clear his mind from what had happened, crying while walking along a wheat field.

Occasionally touching the wheat's soft fluffy texture rubbing on his skin, reminded him of a long haired domestic cat. Everything went black, he couldn't see anything, nothing, he could only feel. He heard a loud ringing in both his ears, but slightly heard the sound of a car engine purring softly.

Before being dragged, he felt the wheat across his face, legs, arms, and torso. The ringing in his ears had stopped, whoever was dragging him had stopped and let him go. Darren's vision was coming back slowly, but was cut short by extreme pain…his eyes started to burn in pain.

His eyes had been ripped out, screaming in pain as the muscles had been torn, feeling something sharp and thin being pushed into his eye sockets. He realized wheat strains had been shoved into his eye sockets to replace his eyes.

He was being picked up again, but this time, his hands and feet were in pain. Nails were being drilled into them, onto a cross and staked into the ground. He heard nothing, not a sound except for the russling wheat field blowing in the wind. Gasping for air, his raspy breath would try to call out for help. . .nothing, nobody heard him. "Siri…call t-tucker"

He would use the last bit of his strength to say those words, "What's up Darren, need something?" Tucker would ask. Darren's raspy voice would gasp for air before saying "I-I need help right now, please..track my number" Darren would say before passing out from all the pain he had dealt with.