The Robe

The ominous threat came before day's end.

Erected high above the community's borders was a robe, which fluttered helplessly against the light breeze. The act unseen by any witnesses, the garment was nailed against two wooden poles. With the wind brushing against the sleeves; And the dark splotches of dried blood which marred and clung to the fabric– The haunting scene looked akin to someone being crucified on a cross.

It was the children who saw it first.

Running fearlessly into the fields, a small group of urchins were giving chase to one another in a game of tag. But as they wandered further into the plain's golden strands, one of the youngsters came to a screeching halt, and she nearly stumbled over in shock.

The daunting sight had taken her by surprise!

What is that…? Is that a new scarecrow…?!

Who would make something so scary…?!