The Scarecrow Part 1

The boy's first impression of the town was that it was weird. Weird and creepy. It was the middle of fall and when they had left their house earlier that morning the sun had been out, shining brightly in the sky, making the temperature warmer than it really should've been.
However, five miles back down the road, about ten miles to the town that his aunt called home, the weather had changed drastically. Black clouds had billowed out of nowhere to consume the blue sky and the warm, orange sun. Winds had picked up outside and he wondered if it was as cold as it looked, watching as it blowed through the fields.
That was another thing that had changed. The landscape, that had at one time been full of warm, inviting towns filled with old, beautiful farm houses and families who knew everyone in the town and cheery, sunny looking fields had changed into fields that one would think about in a horror story and towns that looked lost, deserted, forever doomed to rot and fall to the ground in this bleak land.
Shuddering a little, he looked over at his father and asked, "So...why are we visiting her again? Doesn't she usually insist on visiting us?"
His father smiled as he continued to look at the road, giving little indication that he was even paying attention, but he knew that he was. He always paid attention to him, even when he didn't want it. "She always comes out to visit us. I thought that this time, we'd surprise her and come out to see her."
"And after seeing this place, its not all that surprising..." the boy grumbled as he continued to look out the window at the corn fields and the approaching town. As he stared through the stalks of corn passing quickly by, he could've sworn that he saw a dark shadow move through them, but, as they passed by it and he craned his neck back uncomfortably to try and see it, it had vanished, leaving no trace that it had ever been there.
"You okay there?" He just nodded his head as he continued to try and see something that wasn't there. "Well...if you want to stop looking behind you...in an uncomfortable position I might add, we're about to start going through the town's downtown."
At his father's words he turned his head around so fast that he was sure that he had gotten whiplash. As he stared at the town, he wasn't sure if he was relieved that he was correct, or disappointed. The town was made of dark stones and woods that seemed to reflect the sky above it and the street lamps seemed to still be made of old torches, but that wasn't what surprised him. What surprised him was the dark, unwelcoming feeling the place had. Despite how empty it was of life, the town had this oppressive nature that seemed to say, 'Go away...' Even the few people who were seen outside doing their everyday things seemed to sit there and stare as he and his dad drove by, their eyes showing fear and anger...fear that seemed to be for them rather than against them, and anger at themselves rather than at them.
"...It looks like it could be the setting for a Tim Burton film dad."
His father had to hold back a laugh as he looked at his son and said, "Hey now, don't be like that! It's not that bad here!" The boy just looked at his father and sighed.