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There once was a boy who was an orphan and suffered abuse from his village residents. The only friend he had was the dummy scarecrow on the field, whom he talked to. One day, a wealthy man brutally beat the boy. The next morning, the wealthy man was found dead, and the scarecrow was covered in blood. 

Terrified, the villagers were convinced that the scarecrow had come to life to avenge its tormented friend. And it was the last scarecrow ever placed again in the fields, considering it a sign of death. 

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After scarecrow dolls begin appearing in the streets of Riddleford next to murder victims, the town is thrown into chaos. 

When the hunt for the mystery scarecrow murderer begins, it is only a matter of time before the famous Frontier Hall Opera House employees are subjected to suspicion, each protecting a secret of their own. But is that all that is going on? Or is there something unseen?

Scarecrow of 1889

Jane was lucky she was sitting on the bed; if she had been standing, she might have bolted for the door in sheer panic. The sight of Ricardo's hand, twisted and woody like tree branches, filled her with a fear she hadn't felt before. She desperately hoped it was just a prosthetic from the theatre, but it looked far too real. In a whisper, she asked, "How is that possible?"

This wasn't normal. Something like this didn't exist except for story books.

Ricardo seemed somewhat relieved that Jane wasn't screaming. She had always approached everything with a composed demeanour. "The scarecrow has always been with us. With the boy."

"The boy?" Jane frowned, her heartbeat quickening.

Scarecrow that lurked