A figure stands in Joshua's backyard. Joshua steps out and shuts the window behind him, keeping his pistol at his side. The figure has its arms out to its sides, it seems to be wearing a black cloak that moves in the wind.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" Joshua asks.
They don't respond. Joshua steps closer to them trying to get a better look at them.
He can make out something almost... fuzzy..? under the cloaks hood as it stays where it stands.
Joshua tries to take the hood off as he keeps a firm grip on his pistol.
The hood comes off, and Josh is face to face with a handful of hay, the stiff figure topples over from the pull. Not a living thing at all, but a cheap scarecrow.
"God damn it, fuckin' kids," Joshua walks back over to the window and climbs back in.