So recently I've been binging on horror movies set in rural areas and now I'm looking for books in that vein - bonus points for scary scarecrows involved! Any ideas?
I've loved this film for years and want to give it a shoutout to those of you maybe looking for something new.
This film is about a group of vigilantes who kill a mentally challenged man because they believed he killed a young girl (he didn't). Each of them then starts dying in accidents. Are they accidents or is someone dressed as a scarecrow killing them one by one for revenge? Could it be a relative enacting revenge, or is it Buddy himself?
It's a TV film so it's light on gore (Only one death scene has actual blood in it) so if you're a gorehound you might be a little disappointed, but man does this film make up for it. The performances are strong, the story is simple and effective, and the pacing is really good. All of this wrapped up in a slasher film that is DRIPPING in creepy, unnerving atmosphere.
It's available for free Amazon Prime if you want to watch it!
Looking for some recommendations for Scarecrow centered horror movies. I love Scarecrows (1985) and Dark Night of the Scarecrow, but im looking for some more Scarecrow content.
The aesthetic is so cool and mysterious, farmland makes for many possibilities as far as aesthetic and atmosphere. Plus the actual Scarecrow themselves have lots of potential to be a real psycho in a costume or a spirit/entity or a monster in costume.
She is the most absent professor I’ve witnessed in my short life. But I’m not sure that’s due to not caring.
My newest theory is she is possibly some AI project still doing trial runs for its machine learning algo.
Is she real?
I’ve seen the intro, but how does his fear toxin work? Surely it just twists the minds of the recipients and not scarecrow himself, so he’s still just a dude in a lab coat and mask punching at gods and aliens even if they don’t see that.
It doesn’t make sense to me.
Someone please explain?
The scarecrow stands around twelve feet tall. A lone, misshapen sentinel in the midst of a dark field, beneath the blood of a clotted red sky.
His shadow is long across the crops.
Comprised not of two simple poles and a sack of straw, this monstrosity is a veritable wicker-man of criss-crossed slats and beams of wood. He leans to one side and wavers ever so slightly in the breeze of the dying day.
Luminescent bulbs or LEDs or flashlights or somethings have been placed deep in the black indents of his eyes, and from each glows a pinprick of fiery orange. His wooden smile leers at me from afar, and I withdraw my hand from the rotted fence that borders his field with a shiver of discomfort.
A crow to my right jumps forward along the fence and makes a peck for the shining silver ring on my hand. I shoo him away.
“Leave it”, I warn him, as his brothers and sisters flap and fly all around. They cover the fence, and circle in wide arcs above the scarecrow’s field, but none dare descend, and none hop down to its earthy ground.
The twisted scarecrow, to his credit, is doing at good job of keeping the crows away. And I don’t blame them.
The scarecrow’s field gives off a disturbingly nightmarish aura. One of a watery dream that is about to go quickly south. You don’t know how, exactly, but you can feel that something terrible is coming.
…Paradoxically however, the feeling is an addicting one. It’s fascinating and otherworldly, and it’s what keeps me coming back here, again and again, despite it being over an hour out of my regular route.
The crow makes another jump for my ring. ‘Scar’, I’ve nicknamed him, on account of the grayish scratch that crosses one of his beady black eyes.
“Get away”, I murmur, shaking my hand at the bird. He only hops up onto a nearby post and cocks his head. Looking me up and down.
The scarecrow stands tall and alone, far out in the middle of the field behind him.
It occurs to me that I’ve never taken a picture of this hideous thing. If it were suddenly taken down one day then I’d have no proof it even ever existed. I reach into my pocket for my phone and draw it out, angling it up toward the field.
“I’d rather you didn’t take that picture, pray”, murmurs a voice to my left.
I gasp in alarm and swivel to the voice’s source.
There stands an elderly man; face deeply-lined and shadowed beneath a wide-brimmed hat. He leans casually enough against the fence, yet gives off to me the impression of a coiled spring. One set t... keep reading on reddit ➡
After all, I didnt see a single scarecrow attached to any of the poles sticking up from the crops.
The man's dedicated his whole life to fear. In fact his sole goal in life is to become a master of fear and unlock the perfect way to instill fear in others.
I know he's welding a yellow power ring once before but that's all it was once. In fact I think batman's wielded a yellow ring more times then him. Like this to me sounds like such a dope concept just imagine what he could do with a yellow lantern ring hell he could probably instill more fear in people then before if he wielded that kind of power. It just suits him and his character so we'll and I honestly wish more writers would use this great concept that we haven't really seen much of.