Jacob's Ladder

Okay since i'm having trouble with Beauty and the Beast, this will be taking its place. Its kind of a seris on the life of two girls in this "Screwed up" town in the Midwest. The paranormal factor in this town is off the charts and this is how they deal with it. Basically, its a collection of my nightmares put in story form. I hope you like it creepy, but it isn't too bad.
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Prologue


Thunder rolled arcos s the plains with fury, the lighting lit the sky. All was dark, with exception of a window in a old farmhouse. The window to the kitchen was aglow with soft yellow light. It shown like a beacon amongst the darkness of the plains of Kansas. However, within the light, there was no salvation, just death, death and lots of blood.
The once clean, pristine kitchen of the McEwen Farm, was a blood covered nightmare.
Farmer McEwen, head of the household, lay on the dirty floor covered in his own blood. His person was stripped of all his clothing. He lay naked, with his green eyes open, but dull with lifelessness. Probably a blessing, at least he didn't have to see how his body was mutilated. His wrists and throat had been cut to milk him of his blood, that lay in a bucket not far away. Portions of skin had been removed from his body, now residing in a bowl of water. In life, Mr. McEwen, would never have imagined he be brutally murdered, especially murdered by his fifteen year old daughter, Christina.
Christina McEwen, was a petite girl; short with dirty blond hair, (currently up in a bun) a slender frame that looked meek and fragile, she had a child-like face dotted with freckles, and sported hard green eyes. Christina, may have looked weak, but a life growing up with two older men and the constant abuse from her father that blamed her for her mother's premature death; little Christina grew hard and tough.
An un-ladylike curse sprung from the girl's mouth as she tripped over the bloody lump that used to be her father. She gave a savage kick to the corpse.
"Always, being a bother, even in death" hissed the girl.
She had no time to deal with her father, as she danced about the kitchen, the bottom of her dress soaking up blood the littered the floor. Falling to her knees, she unloaded her arms of straw into the bucket the held her father's blood. She would allow the straw to soak in the red soup. Wiping her forehead, smearing it with more blood, she glanced at the table.
There lay her older brother. He too was devoid of all clothing, his green eyes open and dead. His muscular body had been cleaned off of blood, leaving his pale skin to glisten in the candle light. Christina smiled, he looked much better with his head , arms and legs reattached. Thick black thread weaved through his skin, securing the limps tightly.
Christina walked towards her brother, her hands gently sliding up his hard chest.
"Soon big brother, you'll live again and those bastards will pay dearly for what they did to you. My poor, sweet brother" cooed the girl. Her hand moving up to stroke her brothers long gold hair.
"Soon, dear, soon"
She quickly left her brother's side to consult her book. The book was opened, old ink clung faintly to the tarnished, yellow pages, currently sporting bloody fingerprints. Christina's eyes darted here and there, memorizing the words.
After a moment or two she tore away from the book, grabbing a sharp knife. She proceeded to walk slowly towards her brother. She knew what she had to do, but it didn't make it any easier. Her heart pounded at she raised the knife to her brother's chest. With a deep breath she slid the knife down, slicing open the skin. There was no worry of blood, most of it had ebbed away after her brother's murder.
When the chest was opened fully, Christina drove her hand into the cavity, searching...then she found it; her brother's heart. She removed it gently, then cradling the precious organ to her chest.
"With your heart and father's donation...you'll live again" she spoke to herself.
Placing the heart aside, came the daunting task of taking the blood soaked straw and placing it within her brother's body. The task was a hard one, and all the while Christina had to curse her brother. He did have a hand in his own death, but he hadn't deserved this.
Christina, had warned him not to mess around with that little bitch, Marie Harper. Yes, perfect, beautiful, little Marie Harper. The mayor's daughter, the soon be wife to the handsome and perfect Michael Lee. All in all, Marie wasn't a bad person, but instead of being content with being with the wonderful Michael, the little daddy's girl lusted after the wildness that was Christina's brother. A simple farm boy that had no regard for rules or authority. Reckless as thunder, fierce as a feral beast, and crazy like a lark.
Still, Marie had her own man to worship, she couldn't have left Christina's brother alone? It was the little bitch's fault that her daddy and her possessive fiancé sought reprieve from Christina's brother. Oh yes, those monsters got their twisted justice. Only the leaders of the town could get away with the murder of a farm boy.
Christina had watched with tears running down her cheeks as the monsters tortured her brother. Her indifferent father had held her back as he watched his only son be brutality killed. For every time the damned man had been with Marie, a limb was removed from his body.
"Thou mustn't convent his neighbor's wife" they had shouted, taking turns slowly chopping away at arms and legs.
Amongst the screaming in agony, her brother bravely laughed at his killers. Up to the point of his head being cut off, he had mocked the lords of the town, damning them to hell...throwing their own faults back in their pitiful faces. Perhaps her brother was slightly insane, but he laughed in the face of death, like any herculean hero would. However, his bravery or insanity didn't save him. In a moment of hysterical laughing he was beheaded. His blood staining the grass and his body left for the crows to scavenge on.
In the twilight, Christina had gathered the pieces of her brother, the only one that loved her. She would bring him back. Christina had fled from church's path long ago and embraced witchcraft. Her brother had teased her about the hobby, that magic didn't exist. However, he never told on her or judged her. Perhaps that's why she came to love her own brother in a way a lover would. He cared for her, he took care of her, he took the beatings from their often drunk father. Brother was everything to her, and Christina would be damned if death would take her brother away. She would gladly disobey nature and God's will, she could bring back her beloved brother.
Indeed, she had gathered her brother's remains, killed her own father (she cared very little for), and proceed to commit a crime against nature itself. Her brother wouldn't be mortal anymore, but she could live with that.
In eighteenth century, on a dark night filled with the wrath of a woman scorned; Upon the open plains of the Kansas frontier, a heart was placed into the straw filled body of Jasper McEwen. In that moment where the lighting struck, the wind howled, and the thunder roared; a heart took a beat, and Scarecrow Jasper was born.




The Scarecrow, Jasper
Sticks and stones will break your bones, but, words will never leave visible scars
Sticks and stones, sticks and stones
How far does your anger take its hold
When the harvest moon shows itself in the sky
Come to the field where the corn does lie
whisper...
your anger, your sadness, your hatred.
Spill your woes of the sticks and stones
And he'll appear
Why the patch skinned scarecrow, Jasper, my dear.
Sticks and stones, sticks and stones.
Speak the victims of your revenge
Tell him who held the sticks and who threw the stones.
He'll make them scream, make them moan
But for his service there's a catch
A promise, for his body a new patch
For this offering, he'll start the show.
All who wronged you, will be no more
Sticks and stones will break the bones
but the scarecrow will get your vengeance

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I have no idea how an evil scarecrow is made, but this is my idea of it, so don't ask.