Post by Leigh on Jul 30, 2010 21:13:14 GMT -5
we are a sensible people, in most things
[/color]part 1: stories of the scare crow[/color][/u]
It's been many, many years since the lumber mill was abandoned. And over the years, after the fear of those days abetted a little, and new children were born who knew nothing of the woods, people started going back in. Children on dares. Teenagers, flouting parent's rules. The occasional lost tourist and Frenchtown drunk. And when people go into the pines, the stories of the scare crow become common place again.
The children call it the scare crow. A figure standing on the hill top, arms outstretched, watching. Sometimes it's outside your window. Other times it's at the top of the hill, just for a moment. In the middle of a busy street, that thing you think you see but don't, not quite.
Whether the Beldam is real, whether the scare crow is seen at all or just imagined, there is a consensus even among the less superstitious in town that something is odd about he pines, and the parish. Even the skeptics agree that it is unsettling, and the stories are frightening - even if there is no truth in them.
Who knows? Perhaps the scarecrow is just a shared hysteria among impressionable, tight knit kids.
Or maybe it's the Beldam, out of the woods.[/font]
but things still go bump in the night[/color]
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