I’ll come back here later.

I started to walk on, but something made me stop. A shiver crawled up my spine and I whipped my head over, instinctively, to that plywood scarecrow. I started noticing that the corn was all flattened in the same direction around, directly away from where the scarecrow stood. Wait, stood? Aren’t most scarecrows stuck up on a post?

Odd…

Intrigued more than ever, I stepped forward towards the plywood scarecrow. It had a flat board for a face, with a small isosceles triangle in the middle of the board for a nose. The scarecrows wasn’t exactly expertly cut. It all looked like each piece was splintered off of a larger board.

I touched the tip of it’s “nose”, and felt a wave of icy cold sweep over me. My eye’s widened in fear as two holes split open, revealing big and golden, owl-like eyes. A mouth split from it’s face, letting out a splintering yell. It reached out a wooden hand and grabbed my arm.

It’s going to kill me!