I knew him in high school. Unintentionally got involved, then forgot about him when high school ended and college began. I left it all behind me. Didn't expect to meet him again. But I did. Little did I know what he had become...and who I would become.

Jonathan's dead. Jonny's dead! His blood ran out, all over the floor, the ceiling and the wall. Everything is dyed red with it. But the floors are waxed, the ceiling clean, and the walls bleach white. Can you not see?

She came to him as a vision from the past, but instead of letting her torment him for the things that were, he will torment her, punish her, break her, and scare her. But soon, he realizes his plan has a flaw. Is it possible to scare Crane?

A collection of poems all based on the wonderful world of Dr. Jonathan Crane AKA Scarecrow.

"I have Alice in my veins. " Grace fumed, her green eyes ablaze. Scarecrow let out a low chuckle, too low for Grace to actually hear. Just as quirky and spiteful as I remember. We need to change that...don't you agree, Jonny boy?