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November 2, 2011
A shadow crosses my curtains. It's the streetlight flickering, I tell myself, but I look outside just in case. Just inches away from the glass, there is a man staring at me without expression.

The Scarecrow. Number four of the Witch's minions.

Like the skinny giant, he can't access my room because he means me harm, and my stuffed animals won't let him inside. Still, he stands and stares, and no matter how long I stare back, I can't force my mind to believe he isn't there.

These reappearances worry me. Why is she gathering her power again?