On a normal day of October, two men entered a town in France. They were called Tom and Jack. Tom had brown hair and he was tall and 20 years old and Jack had yellow hair and he was short and 18. Tom and Jack were shepherds. They lived in the center of the little town. Every day, they would take their sheep down the hill to let them pasture in the fresh, soft and greeen grass near the river Senna.

Tom and Jack were really lonely, so they built a scarecrow. They decided to call it after a very mean, nasty, selfish and weird man in the town; about 29 years old called …Harold. So when ever they were bored or furious thet would kick, punch, throw, talk or insult Harold the scarecrow. The week after all that punching, throwing etc. Harold died of a strange desease.

A after that had happened Jack and Tom went down the hill as always and Tom remembered that he had not loked the door so he said to Jack” I’m going back home to lock up.”. Jack waited and Tom didn’t appear so he decided he would go up to see why Tom didn’t come. When he arrived home he saw Harold the scarecrow climbing

up the roof of his house with something in his mouth. It was Tom’s head! Harold was alive! And he had noticed Jack but not only Jack. There was some one with him during all the story. He slowly turned and he smiled terrifingly at someone who is now asking his/herself ¿Who? It is…

You!!