SwordStitcher-Wise choice. And I imagine so-humans are naturally afraid of what we cannot see. It's a survival mechanism. The idiots that wandered into the dark were eaten. The scared ones lived.
Jasmine Scarthing-Granny was born old, I suspect. Or that murder made her old. Always a possibility, Scarecrow. We'll never know, will we? No.
scribblescribblescribble-She had her moments. When I got older those moments vanished, but now and again...no matter.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-Looking back, I probably should be grateful that she didn't accidentally drop me over the banister.
APieceOfThePuzzle-Few and far between. And, eventually, not at all. And that's where I came in. Did it have to be so messy? It was poetic justice. I suppose.
He didn't intend to startle her. Besides, it was her own fault for not paying attention.
She'd been walking down one hall and he'd been walking down the other, and when she turned the corner she bumped into him, shrieked, and nearly tripped over herself trying to back up.
"Can't you make a little more noise, Scarecrow?" she snapped, straightening out her skirt
Her mother had to bring it, the last one was too short for the dress code.
and brushing past him with her nose in the air. Bitch. It wasn't his fault that she didn't watch where she was going.
All the same, that shriek of panic had been very funny. Served her right.
He moved his messenger bag to the other shoulder-this thing was falling apart, he needed to repair it before the seams gave out-and continued to the library, trying not to laugh.
It was a rather empowering thing, being able to frighten people. Even if it was only for a moment, the tables had been turned.
What, he wondered, what in the world was Granny frightened of…?
THE END