Inktober: Day 29 - Scarecrow

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, staring up at the scarecrow now adorning our yard.
“Of course not, why would this be a joke?” Kimi asked, looking back at me.
“Because we live in the middle of town, we’re not protecting any kind of crops because we live in the middle of town, and we have literally not use for a scarecrow. Besides, they’re super creepy.”
“Come on, we’re getting ready for halloween! Scarecrows, ghosts, pumpkins, black cats… They’re all… Halloween-y.” She argued.
“Okay, so where are your ghosts and pumpkins and black cats? Because all I see is a six-foot-tall, freaky scarecrow a dozen feet from our front door.”
“I’m broke.” She shrugged.
With a sigh, I made my way into the house and went about fixing up something for lunch. As I prepared the food, though, I glanced up and looked out the window to find the scarecrow now facing me. “Kimi, did you...move the scarecrow?” I called.
“No, why?”
“Because it’s been turned…” I said uneasily.
Then, the scarecrows black button eyes seemed to glitter and I dropped the plate I’d been holding. Glass shattered at my feet, cutting into my feet. Kimi came hurrying to me almost immediately. “H-Hey, what’s up?” She stammered. “Dude, seriously, your feet are bleeding. Come on, hop up on the counter so I can clean the cuts.”
After glancing to Kimi and then to my feet, I looked back out the window and saw that the scarecrow had returned to its initial position - facing the street. A cold lump settled in my stomach and I had the urge to burn the scarecrow to absolute ashes.