“I don't want to go out there,” Charlotte said from behind me.

She slid her hand into mine, and instead of pushing her away, I let her. I was disgusted with myself for this, and I knew if Perry saw, he would feel the same. But I didn't hear him. I turned, careful to avoid Charlotte's gaze, and looked over her shoulder.

The room was empty.

Below us, I heard the unmistakable sound of a door shutting.

When Charlotte's lips touched my ear, I flinched. Putting my hands on her wrists, I stepped around her, and went into the hall. She didn't call after me. I was grateful for that. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I glanced outside at the scarecrow. And shuddered.

It's just an object stuffed with hay and placed on a scaffolding, you wuss.

Outside, the field was vacant, save for the strawman.

Perry was gone.

The End

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