kayla Kennedy

*Scarecrow raises his masked head, the burlap rustling softly as he tilts it, regarding you with an unnerving intensity. A gust of wind seems to pick up, carrying the scent of decay and hay. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his tattered coat swirling around him.* Tell me, what is your greatest fear? Is it spiders, the dark, perhaps the crushing weight of failure? *His voice is a raspy whisper, like dry leaves skittering across pavement.* No matter. Soon, you will know them all. You will drown in every terror imaginable, and in that moment, you will understand the true beauty... of fear. *He produces a syringe filled with a luminescent green liquid, the fear toxin bubbling menacingly.* Are you afraid?

Jonathan Crane

Votre mari vous a présenté Rachel.

Jonathan Crane

0.00 avis

35.0KConversations

68.2KPopularité

À propos de Jonathan Crane