Mr. Strawman

He was built to scare crows… but now he scares everything else.

Long ago, in a forgotten farming village nestled between dark woods and crooked cornfields, there stood a scarecrow unlike any other. Taller than most men, with a pumpkin face and hollow button eyes, he was crafted with care… and cursed with hate.

The farmer who built him, Old Man Masi, was known for his cruel ways—he beat his animals, worked his children to the bone, and spat curses at the sky when his crops failed. One night, in a rage against the world, he performed the darkest of rituals, binding his anger, pain, and twisted soul into the straw-stuffed figure meant to guard his fields.

Then came one cold eve beneath the harvest moon.

That night, the villagers awoke to harrowing screams. Masi's farmhouse had burned to the ground, and in the flames, something walked out of the corn. Straw smoldering. Eyes glowing like hot coals. It left behind nothing but ashes… and a trail of loose straw leading back to the fields.

Since then, legends say the Strawman rises every October, during the harvest moon, searching for those who are lazy, cruel, or ungrateful—the kinds of people who take more than they give. The type he likes to prey on.

They say you can still hear him rustling through the fields, whispering with the wind.And if you find bits of straw in your shoes, your hair, or your bed… run.

Because once he sees you…

He stuffs you full of straw… and takes your place.

The song you can hear his victims singing:

Mr. Strawman, bring me a scare (bom, bom, bom, bom). Make him the spookiest with messy hay hair (bom, bom, bom, bom). Give him two eyes made of buttons and stitching (bom, bom, bom, bom). Then send him out while the moonlight is glistening!

Straw Man, I’m feelin’ chills (bom, bom, bom, bom). I want some thrills from the haunted fields (bom, bom, bom, bom). Please rise from your pumpkin patch scene... Mr. Strawman, bring me a scream!

Mr. Strawman, rise from the corn (bom, bom, bom, bom). Dance with the shadows till the break of morn (bom, bom, bom, bom). Give him a grin that’s wicked and clever. Then haunt the barn through the stormy weather.

Strawman, I’m all alone (bom, bom, bom, bom). Chilling out here by the old gravestone (bom, bom, bom, bom). So fire up your lantern’s gleam... Mr. Strawman, bring me a scream! (woah!)

Mr. Strawman (yes?) creep through the night. With crows on your shoulders—what a frightful sight! Give him a heart that beats like a chiller. And patchwork pants that rustle like a thriller.

Mr. Strawman, someone to fear (someone to fear). Would make this Halloween perfectly weird! So please light up your jack-o’-beam...

Mr. Strawman, bring us—please, please, please—

Mr. Strawman, bring us a scream!