7

- DADDY WHAT DID YOU DO, DADDY WHAT DID YOU DO, WHY DID YOU DO IT? – That was the beginning of Luna's scream like a scarecrow, if that wasn't enough, the crows screamed and cawed together, this spread throughout the cemetery, screaming and screaming.

- MURDERER, MURDERER, WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

That made the two stop dueling, paralyzed, looking at thousands of scarecrows that changed shape on top of each tombstone, each one of them, was a scarecrow just like the deceased person, from old people, children, babies and adults, screaming and screaming nonstop .

The rooks and crows were flying around old Oswald, shouting the same words, pecking and swooping.

- WAS YOU? - Hezequias questioned him, pulling away, shouting, heading towards the tombstone of his beloved.

- Please, Luna, come back to me, I beg you, don't be angry, don't take revenge, leave it to others. – Ezequias was shaking the scarecrow, between tears, kneeling down, amidst the screams, in which they tried at all costs to take the scarecrow down to the ground under his tomb.

Sasha saw all the problems that this would entail, according to rumors it was the humans who killed the women who were murdered, but here everything indicated that it was not, but a werewolf, he was being chased by the crows, screaming through the cemetery.

About that.

In Luna's tomb.

Hezekiah in tears, screaming and crying, he stayed there until he was approached by the elders who approached.

- You want her back, don't you? - Brunhilda the old vampire questioned him.

- Yes, yes, what do I have to do? – He questioned.

- First, she must pay a debt for her premature death, a punishment, which she will pay in staying here and chasing her father with the zombies, forcing him to confess, when she fulfills this agreement, she will be released to be with you. – The old vampire said.

- You must sign an agreement, as our agent. – The other old wolf said.

- I'll take anything to get her back. - Hezekiah said.

- So, you must take her and help her so that she fulfills part of the agreement. - An old witch said, it was a wolf.

About that...

Even for the supernatural world, that was something that only happened in Lovecraft's city, more precisely in the ravines and mountains of the farms, among the cemeteries.

- Why do you do this, daughter, I love you so much, I did this for your safety. – He begged to be surrounded by zombies, who were accompanied by crows and scarecrows.

About that...

They returned to the Delphos Tower company headquarters to talk between negotiations with the old wolves.

It seemed that Sasha, talking to the disinformation agents, managed to cover up those zombies, mummies and crows, flying with scarecrows, began to haunt their killers around the city.

More than half of murder cases would be solved there, if their killers didn't commit suicide first...

- You're using the other dead to divert attention that the real target is Oswald, right? – Sasha questioned the women as they returned to the city, in their limousines.

- This is better than a diplomatic incident and a new witch hunt or persecution against both communities of vampires and werewolves. – The old vampire said.

Even at that hour, the old werewolf ran from the cemetery, being chased by the crows, while they carried the scarecrow that took the form of his daughter, screaming among the clouds, among the lows, in his head.

To complete the picture and join her, there were more than a hundred crows, with more than 15 scarecrows that occupied the forms of their victims, all missing women, who chased him, flying and screaming.

- MURDERER, YOU DAMN. - Every one of them screamed.

When they saw they weren't the only ones chasing their killers.

The cemetery was full of crows, scarecrows and zombies chasing some people, they got to the point of leaving the cemetery, in a chase, prowling around their killers.

When none of them were the only ones there screaming and crying, not even the only one that the crows and the crows screamed and chased by grazing their heads, whoever passed that way says through the cemetery .

In which there was a boy as a scarecrow buried in the same cemetery, in which during that day, in the cemetery just below, a woman weeping over the tomb of her young son who died prematurely.

- I'm sorry, Deborah. – A boy was next to a woman who was crying kneeling at the foot of a tombstone when crows and scarecrows began to appear.

- It was an accident, he couldn't just die. - She said.

- Yes, if that's what you want to believe. - He said.

The boy drowned, that's what the reports showed, according to accidents, but it seemed that the zombie and scarecrow boy with a face full of hate that rose from his grave, didn't agree with that, much less the crows that chased the boy's stepfather. boy.

- What did you do? – The woman screamed, chasing him, being chased away by the crows that attacked him.

- No..., it can't be..., I..., it was an accident...

- MURDERER, MURDERER, YOU GOT ME OUT OF THE WAY. The crows screeched and cawed.

The man tried to defend himself, he pushed and tried to shoo the crows away, so that they would attack him, one of them, in the middle of a curve between a tombstone and an open tomb, attacked him by piercing his eye, taking it out with one of his claws. Then he tried to turn, run, only to trip and hit his head on a tombstone and fall dead into an open grave.

It was when he pulled the scarecrow from its base trying not to fall, but with a bad movement, the base of the stick where he had the scarecrow fell with him, piercing him in the heart, finally dead, when the scarecrow fell apart, turning to dust and being the straw carried by the wind.

The woman ran away in tears.

At that time, the same happened to young bikers, bakers, police, bandits, all were chased, forced to run for their lives, some tried to leave, but were induced to flee, running towards the cemetery, when the crows attacked them.

About that.

Widespread panic began, even though no one believed it, the media was kept at bay, while the dead dug their way out of their graves and out of the ground, roaming the cemeteries, scaring people.

- So, that's what made him kill his own daughter, in addition to the victims, who were the women who disappeared.

- Well, if my theory is right, he hid the evidence and souvenirs of his crimes in his mansion. – Sasha said.

Sasha entered accompanied by priests and advisors, some elders were accompanying him, heading towards the isolated property of the old werewolf.