Funhouse (10 page)

             
“It’s too wet, nothing will burn.”

             
“No, I know that. So we wait until it dries out.”

             
“You wanna wait here?”

             
“No, I don’t want to, I just don’t see any other choice.”

             
“Maybe the old man’s story was a way to keep us here.” Randy muttered.

             
“What about Kenny?” Dwayne shot back.

Randy was silent. He had forgotten about Kenny, and felt ashamed for it. Kenny was always more Dwayne’s friend than his, and Randy only really knew him by association, but he acknowledged that even so, it gave him no right to have forgotten about him so completely.

              “We can’t help him now.  We have to look out for ourselves.”

             
“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” Dwayne said. “It just might take a little time.”

             
“We can’t stay here.”

             
“I don’t like it either, and I sure as hell don’t intend on trying to walk my way through those things again.”

             
That was enough to bring silence back to the table, and for a time they simply sat there.

             
“When were you thinking of doing it?” Randy said, nodding towards the lighter.

             
“A few days. The weather report says it should brighten up tomorrow, so allowing for a couple of days for the bastards to really dry out, I’d say four days. Five tops.”

             
“We don’t even know this guy, I mean, surely he would have thought of this idea, why is he still here?”

             
“Come on Randy, you heard his story. He’s frightened, and I guess now he’s just too old to do anything about it.”

             
“I suppose we have no choice, do we, assuming he even lets us stay.”

             
“I don’t see how he has a choice.”

             
“Can I ask you something Dwayne?”

             
“Shoot.”

             
“His story… do you believe him?”

             
“I don’t know.” Dwayne said slowly.  “All I
do
know is that those things out there were moving, and that’s enough for me to not want to be out there.”

             
“That’s good enough for me,” Randy replied. “Let’s see if the old man will put us up for a few nights.”

             
“He will. He’s too old and weak to stop us.”

             
“Should we tell him about our plan?”

             
“No, absolutely not, under any circumstances.” Dwayne snapped, and there, just for a split second, Randy saw the dark thing that lived inside his friend.

             
“Why not? What harm can it do?”

             
“You ever heard of something called Stockholm Syndrome, Randy?”

             
“No, I can’t say I have.”

             
“Back in the early '70's, '73 I think, it was, two guys robbed a bank in Stockholm. Things got a little crazy, so they take the bank workers hostage, and hold them in the vault for six days. Anyways, things came to a head, and the police talked the two guys into surrendering and freeing the hostages. The funny thing is, the people who had been held captive, sympathised with the guys who had held them there and tried to stop them from being sent to jail.”

             
“Why would they do that?”

             
“Who knows, they say the hostages formed a bond with their captors, and a relationship built between them. My point is,  this old man has been here for so long doing the will of these damn scarecrows, that I don’t think he would leave now, even if he could, which means that he could be dangerous if he gets wind of what we plan to do.”

             
“So what do we do until then?” Randy asked as he watched the old man fuss around the scarecrows through the kitchen window.

             
“Play nice, offer to help him out around the farm. God knows, the place could use it.” Dwayne said, looking around the dilapidated kitchen.

             
“Okay, but I want us out of here as soon as we can do it safely.”

             
“You don’t need to convince me of anything. As soon as those damn scarecrows are dry enough to burn a path through; we’re getting the hell out of here.”

Randy tossed the twin armful of carrots into the wheelbarrow, and wiped a dirty forearm across his brow.

Jorell had been happy for them to stay, and had put them to work on the farm.  For the last three days, Dwayne had worked on the inside, tidying the house as Randy picked and tended to the crops.

Despite the weather reports, the rain had continued in spotty showers, and the dry periods that did come were few. Frustration was starting to set in, and Randy glared at the ocean of wooden effigies which stood between him and freedom.

The old man spent most of his days out in the fields. Randy watched him as he walked among the scarecrows, adjusting their clothes, talking to them and repairing any damage. It was obvious to see that he was quite mad, but both he and Dwayne chose to ignore it, as it made the wait to make their escape easier to bear. It was then, as he was watching Jorell in the distance, that he saw a second figure standing in the field speaking to him.

It was Dwayne. 

Randy watched from afar, and wondered why the situation tugged at his guts and made him feel as if he were being left out of whatever conversation they were having. Randy looked on, and a few minutes later, Dwayne began to head towards the house. Randy walked to meet him, unsure why he was so angry.

“What was that about?” He asked as Dwayne neared.

              “What?”

             
“You and the old man.”

             
“I don’t know what you mean.”

             
“Why were you over there in the field? I thought that would be the last place you would go, considering what happened to Kenny.”

             
Dwayne looked at the ground, then at his friend.

             
“It’s nothing to worry about; the old man just wanted help planting one of his scarecrows, that’s all.”

             
“And you did it?” Randy spat. “I thought we were trying to get out of here, not build up the defences.”

             
“Jesus Randy, it was one damn scarecrow and nowhere near the route where we will be leaving. Just relax. I know what I’m doing.”

             
“I just don’t think we should be going out there in those fields, especially after the old man’s story.”

             
“Okay, take it easy, if I had known you would start acting like my mother I...”

             
He trailed off, and looked at the dirt, then continued. “Just relax that’s all. I know what I’m doing. Okay?”

             
Dwayne didn’t wait for an answer, and went back to the house.

             
Randy watched him go, and then turned to the field of scarecrows. They were still facing away from him, and he couldn’t see the old man, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were watching him, and that, on some level, he now stood alone.

             
The rest of the day passed without incident, and their routine was as normal. Randy worked outside, bringing the crops back into some kind of order whilst Dwayne worked on tidying the house. The light of the day began to fade, and as Randy stood and stretched, trying to ignore the agony in his back, he smiled, because even though the day had been overcast, it hadn’t rained, and so they were a little closer to their escape.

             
The three of them ate in silence at the kitchen table that night. The old man came back after sundown, and didn’t say a word to either of them. He finished his meal, and then went upstairs, leaving Dwayne and Randy to tidy away the dishes.

             
“How does tomorrow look?” Randy whispered.

“Possible, although it might be worth waiting another day just to be sure. We really need those damn things to burn.”

Randy glanced over at Dwayne, and saw that his friend was distracted. He seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders, which, under the circumstances was understandable.

“You sleeping alright?” Randy asked.

“Not really, I can’t seem to settle.”

“Tell me about it. Its knowing that those damn things are out there.”

“Just a couple more days, then we are out of here. Just try to keep it together until then.”

The
next morning, Randy woke to blazing sunshine. He looked out of the window and could barely contain his excitement. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. He dressed and went downstairs; hoping to speak to Dwayne about their improved chances of leaving, but found the house empty. He opened the door and stepped out, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face as he glared at the scarecrows, looking forward to finally putting them to the torch.

His smile faded when he saw Dwayne and the old man. They were in the field amongst the scarecrows again, only this time Dwayne was sitting cross legged watching the old man as he spoke and gesticulated,. Randy wanted to go over and find out what the pair were talking about, but the thought of being near the scarecrows terrified him, and he didn’t want to go near them until it was time to leave. A slight breeze ruffled his hair, and brought with it a snatch of laughter. He hoped it was from the old man but he couldn’t be sure. He went back into the house and closed the door, then crossed to the kitchen table and sat down hard. He looked out of the window, and the beautiful day that he had greeted with such joy, now seemed to be mocking him.

The morning came and went. Randy worked the vegetable patch, which was now almost presentable. Dwayne and the old man stayed over in the field with the scarecrows. Although he tried to concentrate on his work, Randy couldn’t help but repeatedly look to see what his friend and the old man were doing.

A little after mid-day, Dwayne walked towards the house. His hands were filthy, as were the knees of his jeans. Although he had intended to be calm, Randy grabbed Dwayne by the shirt collars as he approached.

“What the hell’s going on?” He spat.

“
Hey, take it easy.”

“
What were you doing over there? We agreed it’s dangerous.”

“
The old guy asked me to help him. What could I say?”

Randy released his grip, and Dwayne smoothed down his shirt.

“What else could I do?” Dwayne repeated. “Refuse?”

“
Yes, you could have refused, hell you
should
have refused.”

“
And then what happens? Say the old man decides to kick us out of the house, did you consider that?”