My Parents Let Me In On The Terrifying Secret That's Been Kept For Two Generations

My Parents Let Me In On The Terrifying Secret That’s Been Kept For Two Generations

I’m guessing you would probably like to know what Tommy looks like! Well, nobody ever really bothered to take a picture of him, but I can easily describe him to you.

Tommy was a pretty large scarecrow, his whole body measured about 6’5″. His face was very human-like. His face was light brown leather morphed into a pretty spot-on human face. A red “B” was carved into each of his “cheeks” (those have been there since Italy). He donned a straw hat. If it ever started to fall apart, we’d buy a new one. As for clothing, Tommy was always dressed for success. Instead of overalls and plaid, my dad dressed him up in a cheap grey suit he had purchased at a thrift store. His suit had gotten pretty tattered, but dad always said, “It gives him character.”

My grandfather on my dad’s side was in the military for 16 years, so when we inherited the farm, my dad attached my grandpa’s old version of SAP gloves, and combat boots on Tommy. But the creepiest thing about Tommy wasn’t what was on the outside, but what was inside of it. Tommy wasn’t stuffed with straw, but a mixture of animal hair from the original Italian farm, plus some from our farm, and human hair from local barber shops. I always asked my dad why, but he never really had an answer, he just said that it was how it was done… Now, imagine seeing that on a crucifix. Wouldn’t that scare the hell out of you?

My phobia of Tommy began when I turned eight. I was with a few of my friends out in the cornfield playing tag, when I ran shoulder-first into Tommy’s “shin.” I would’ve quickly shaken it off and forgot about it, but right after I ran into Tommy, I heard something like a very faint moan in my vicinity. It sounded as if someone was trying to hide pain. The sound lasted for less than a second, but it was long enough for me to realize it was above me. I remember sprinting back into the cornfield and yelling at my friends to get back home.

I told my dad what had happened and he teased me. He used Tommy as a joke until around the time I turned 16. It was when he became scared of Tommy, too.

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