I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

"Don't come over!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

Martha shouted as she woke up from her dream. Her forehead was wet with cold sweat.

She panted heavily as she looked around in fear.

Where was the scarecrow?!

She did not see any scarecrow. There were stairs all around her. Only then did she realize that she was sleeping in the cold stairwell.

Strange, why was she here?

And that scarecrow, was it really just a dream?

How could it be so real!

She clearly remembered the classroom that made her despair, and even remembered the scarecrow's rough face made of straw!

And that touch, she still remembered it deeply.

How could this be a simple dream!

Martha could not believe it, but she was not sure about the current situation.

Moreover, this school building was very strange. She had been wandering around here for several days, but she still had not walked out. Obviously, it could not be measured by common sense.

She stood up and found that it was wet under her body.

After taking a closer look, she realized that it was her own work.

She was actually scared shitless by a dream that she did not have... Martha felt her face getting hot and decided to bury this matter in her stomach and not tell anyone.

By the way, why did she come to a stairwell?

In her memory, she did not remember coming here.

"Where exactly is this place? Let's take a look first."

After saying that, Martha stepped on the stairs.

However, what puzzled her was that after walking along the stairs for a long time, she still did not see the corridor.

After a few minutes, she started to panic.

She quickened her pace and almost ran, but, in the end, she still did not see the corridor.

Martha stopped and looked up along the handrail.

It seemed... not far.

She was only a few steps away, and she saw something different.

She continued to walk up, this time very carefully. After all, the stairs were very strange, and the things she had experienced in the past two days were very strange.

Finally, she came to the top, which was what she saw was different.

It was a wall!

At the end of the stairs, there was actually a wall!

Martha's eyes suddenly turned red, and she cried.

After so many days of torture, her mental defense had been reduced to a certain extent. It was not an exaggeration to say that if she met the previous scarecrow now, she would probably be scared to death.

She was just a little girl, so she had never experienced such things.

Not to mention, even a man might not be able to endure such a scene. It was already not easy for her to hold on until now.

After crying, Martha began to go downstairs again.

She wanted to know if there would be a way out downstairs.

One had to admit that this girl was very strong.

She had not cried for more than a few minutes, but she was back on her feet.

But the more she looked at her students, the more Flanders she liked them.

Like a toy, a toy that could be broken at once was not attractive to anyone. A toy that never broke was what children and adults liked the most.

And the students at Tensley University were the toys in Flanders's eyes.

Tap, tap, tap.

The footsteps in the stairwell were very fast. Martha was rushing downstairs.

After a few minutes of footsteps, there was no sound at all.

Because Martha had already reached the stairs.

She looked at the wall in front of her in a daze, and a sense of despair arose in her heart.

"Where is this place?"

"How can there be such a building?"

"First, the scarecrow in the classroom, and now the neverending stairs. Am I still dreaming?"

Martha sobbed a few times.

She began to try to wake herself up. Whether it was pinching herself or hitting her head against the concrete wall, it was useless. She even felt pain.

"It's really not a dream?"

"Then how did I get in?"

Martha was a little desperate.

Then she began to walk slowly up the stairs.

At this time, she heard another movement upstairs.

"It sounds like footsteps?"

"Am I not the only one here? Why is there something else?"

"Whatever, let's go and take a look first!"

Martha rushed up.

This time, as expected, she successfully walked out of the stairwell.

She did not know why, but as she ran, she suddenly walked out of the stairs and came to a corridor.

The corridor was dark, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Is anyone there?"

Martha called out.

Her voice was very light and agile. Even after being tortured here for so many days, her voice still sounded very pleasant.

That was not right. There was clearly someone there just now.

Martha was very puzzled.

She had followed the sound of footsteps herself, so why was there no one when she came out?

"Is anyone there?"

She shouted again.

Her voice began to echo in the stairs.

However, there was still no response from her.

She was not discouraged. After all, she finally heard someone. How could she give up so easily?

Martha took a deep breath and was ready to shout again.

However, just as she was about to say something, a hand suddenly reached out in the darkness and pulled her arm hard, almost causing her to fall down.

Who was it?

Martha immediately looked over.

But the corridor was too dark to see anything.

She mustered up her courage and went in that direction, but he actually touched something.

The very rough surface was full of potholes.

It was like hay...

Martha thought of the Scarecrow from before, the scarecrow that seemed to have appeared in her dream.

In an instant, she was so frightened that she retreated a few meters.

There was nothing she could do. The scarecrow had left a huge shadow in her heart!

"Who... Who are you?"

Martha asked in a terrified voice.

Then, the entire corridor fell into silence. She could only hear her own breathing and the sound of her heartbeat.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Finally, a voice came from the other side.

"Martha?"

The voice was a girl, and she felt very familiar with it.

After a few seconds, Martha finally remembered who the voice belonged to. It was her roommate.

As expected, the girl across from her walked out. It was the person she was familiar with, not the scarecrow she thought it was.

"What's wrong? Why is your hair like a bird's nest?"

The girl across from her could not help but laugh when she saw Martha's appearance. "If the boys at school saw you like this, they would be very disappointed."

"Sob, sob, sob. I was trapped in a damn place for a few days."

Martha said while crying.

The girl across from her was surprised and said very strangely, "what are you talking about? What are you talking about being trapped for a few days?"

"Haven't you been attending class with us for the past few days?"

"I just don't know why, but you've been absent-minded for the past few days."

"I think you just didn't sleep well. You just need to go back to the dormitory and have a good rest."

Hearing that, Martha's heart became even more chaotic.

Could everything that had happened before be a dream?

In the end, Martha, who had fallen into confusion, was brought into the dormitory by her roommate and fell asleep again.

Flanders, who had just temporarily ended the Domain of Fear, walked out of the campus with a smile on his face.