Hello, gentle listener, and welcome to nocturnal transmissions, the fortnightly podcast that brings you dark tales, both old and new, performed by your humble narrator, Kristen Holland.

As luck would have it, Halloween fell on a Patreon subscriber episode date this year,

which means our unsubscribed listeners didn't receive their traditional All-Hallows Eve tale of terror.

We'd like to make amends by sharing a nice little Halloweenish tale with you now in the afterglow

of the spooky season. Better late than never. This Halloweenish tale comes to us courtesy of North

Carolina-based Bigfoot adjacent Mexican-American horror and dark fiction writer

Justin Carlos Alcalan.

Happy, albeit belated, Halloween, gentle listener.

Nocturnal transmissions is proud to present Justin Carlos Alcalais.

Speak ill of her station.

So every year my parents dragged me to the family farm for great-grandma's birthday,

I tried to catch proof. Only this year, I was bringing reinforcement. Huff, wasn't just my

best friend, but the bravest 12-year-old in North Carolina. Together, we'd show everyone that scarecrow

walked the earth.

I'll die trying.

It was a week with two Sundays,

and I'd convince my parents to let Huff accompany us to the farm.

There was much to do besides piddled around a general store,

goat pens, or pumpkin patch, so negotiations were brief.

I'd told Huff, Starrie's a great-grandmother's farm picking business and the scarecrow's legend.

So he practically hopped out of the moving car once we arrived.

His ensuing enthusiasm, charmed aunts, uncles, and cousins, and By the first night, Huff was part of the furniture.

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