Animated

It was another boring day at work. Making and Checking the mannequins to make sure they were ready for sale. Making sure there was nothing wrong with them so the company would get a good review.

“Hey Craig, are ya done yet?” an employee named David asked me.

“Almost, just two more to check and I’m done.” I responded

I walked around one, looked it up and down, there were no cracks in it, so nothing noticeable was broken. I picked it up by it’s arm, to make sure there were no hollowed out spots, and nothing broke. I did that with every limb, and nothing broke, so that was one more mannequin checked off, now I just needed to check one more.

I walked in front of it and checked it out, when I went behind it I realized that there was a huge crack in it’s back. It went all the way from it’s left shoulder to the right side of its waist, and the crack was about an inch wide. This mannequin needed to be thrown out, so I picked it up by its arm, carried it over to the dumpster, lifted it over my head and was about to toss it in when the crack split the mannequin in half from the waist up. Fell on the floor in front of me. I didn’t really care it just meant I would have to throw one more thing in the dumpster, so I threw the legs in with the rest of the broken mannequins, bent down to pick up the other half of the mannequin, and it grabbed my arm.

I screamed in shock, I tried to yank my arm back from the mannequin, but the force of the pull broke the mannequins arm right off. I frantically grabbed at the arm trying to make it get off of me, but it tightened its grip and I realized that the arm was still alive, I felt the pulse in my arm go numb, I thought it was gonna break my arm, but I suddenly felt this burst of energy and ripped the arm off with ease. It was trying to grab me again but I was holding it by the wrist, so it couldn’t grab me. I threw it on the floor, it did a little bounce, and hit the floor again. I stomped on it over and over until there was nothing left but some plastic shards.

I stared in shock, I wasn’t able to move. Then something grabbed my leg, I looked down in horror to see the top half of the mannequin grabbing my leg then something else grabbed my shoulder, I turned my head quickly and there was a mannequin standing right in front of me holding my shoulder, in fact all the nearby mannequins were slowly moving towards me all slouched. I pushed the one in front of me away, took a step back forgetting the broken mannequin grabbing my ankle, and tripped over it, hit my head against the dumpster, and blacked out.

When I woke up there were hundreds of limbs around me, grabbing me and pulling me into the dumpster. I realized that they were mostly broken mannequins, hanging out of the dumpster pulling me in, but some of the normal mannequins were shoving me into the dumpster, I tried to pull away from them, a few couldn’t hold on and I thought that I could get away, but more normal mannequins turned, walked towards me, and grabbed me helping the broken mannequins in the dumpster lift me up into it. I saw David was running away from some mannequins that were chasing him, we made eye contact and I saw the sympathy in his eyes for me, sparking a little hope that he would come over and help me, but he kept on running, until he ran out the main warehouse doors that the trucks use to drive into the warehouse. they pulled me into the dumpster, closed the lid, and the last thing I saw was the face of a mannequin looking down on me with it’s face dented and cracked, punch me.

                    In the countryside

    It was a beautiful night, I was playing tag with my friends near a barn that my dad owned, and I was one of the only ones left who hadn’t been tagged. I ran into a really dense part of the cornfield, below a scarecrow. I held my breath and sat as still as I could. I heard footsteps behind me and I knew that they saw me. I turned around to see who found me and was gonna chase me, but it wasn’t anyone I knew, it was someone with tattered clothes, and was walking like he couldn’t control his legs, I realized this must be a hobo or a drunk hobo, but I knew that I needed to stay away from him. He could be dangerous, so I grabbed a handheld scythe that was in a wheelbarrow next to me, and pointed it at him.

“Don’t come near me or else” I said.

He looked up at me and I got to see his face. He was dressed like a scarecrow. And that made me think. What if. I looked up at the cross that was holding that scarecrow that was above my hiding spot, and it was gone, I stood in shock realizing he must be some sort of murderer hiding his identity. He kept walking towards me.

I used the scythe and stabbed his shoulder. the handle was against his chest and the tip of the scythe was coming out the back of his shoulder, but he didn’t seem fazed at all, he looked at the scythe in his shoulder, pulled it out, and walked towards me. No blood came out of his shoulder, only some straw, and that’s when I realized that he wasn’t a person dressed as one of my dad’s scarecrows, he was a scarecrow.

I backed away and tripped over the wheelbarrow, it stopped right in front of me, raised its scythe, and brought it down.