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By Spooky Tales For Edna
The podcast currently has 18 episodes available.
Something very strange is lurking in the well ...
Maybe they're friendly ... or maybe not ...
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Hubert was desperate to be a magician but has he gone one trick too far ...?
Poor old Saint Nick is in a bit of trouble ...
But maybe Christmas can be saved ... but I doubt it ...
Can you hear that? The rustling in the bushes? The scratching at the doors?
There is something outside ...
Windows blackened like bruised eye lids
Rocks thrown by neighbourhood kids
Tiles flaking like clay dandruff
Left derelict, it had enough
With a heave and crunch of masonry
The House was no longer stationary
Unhinged, the door flapped wide
An empty stomach hidden inside
The hall carpet lolled like a tongue
Broken pipes and cables hung
It shuffled down the vacant street
Slowly, on splintered makeshift feet
It looked at rows of beautiful homes
The warm glow of life it had never known
It wanted, no needed occupants
Whether willing or resistant
It creaked and groaned as it made its way
Scooped up dog walkers, business talkers starting their day
It gobbled a crowd waiting for the bus
A whole old residence home (they made no fuss)
A playground of smoking teens
Old or young, anyone that was seen
They rolled down its dusty, cobwebbed hall
To fill the abode from wall to wall
Now full to the brim the town stood silent
It never intended to be so violent
But after standing so alone
It needed some bodies to call it home
I would like you to meet a good friend of mine ...
The scarecrow
Firstly, I'd like to begin
That scaring old crows is a bore
You barely have to even flash them a grin
And they've gone belly up on the floor
But children, on the other hand
I take pride with the thrill and delight
When I see them, I strike up the band
I like when a scare puts up a fight
They cut through my field and over my crop
As a dare, as a joke or a prank
But every time they seem to stop
When they see me their faces go blank
A sack you see, makes up my head
Inside is stuffed with straw
An old jacket, some trousers make up my body and legs
Propped up by pole in the floor
First I just swing in the wind for a while
Just to set up what is to come next
A flap of the jacket and flash them a smile
I can tell by their face they're perplexed
Then they look past me and see row upon row
Of the children that have come before
And how they're all now little scarecrows
Propped up by their own pole in the floor
Then they look back but alas I am gone
They'll panic and scream and then run
But they'll run deeper (oh this one's a keeper)
I'll smile again, oh what fun
I let them run wild in a frantic blind daze
Until they're all tired out
At this point they are lost deep in the maze
All filled with fear and doubt
Then they spot my old woven sack
As it flits behind forests of stalks
I'm shocked they don't have a heart attack
Like a mouse when it sees a fierce hawk
Now back at my post, I don't mean to boast
My crow kids are looking divine
Add one more to the pack with their new burlap sack
They used to be yours now their mine
So if you are walking down by my field
Pop in and just say hello
Send your kids in, if thats how you feel
I can add them to my scarecrow row
The podcast currently has 18 episodes available.