ash_knight17

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

Based on the scarecrow's words, Jane could only conclude that Sylvester was as good as dead. But Sylvester was the actual host of the body. How could the body function without him?

"There's no need to think too much about it," the scarecrow said, rising from the chair he had been sitting on. "The weak usually don't survive."

"Doesn't that go against what you initially believed in? By caring for the boy," Jane mustered the courage, her eyes fixed on the man's scarred face.

"I can care for someone who wants to live. When you attempt to end your life, the battle is lost, Miss Reinhart," the scarecrow replied, his tone void of emotion. He continued, "You must be wondering why I didn't come out before. But that is only because I had no reason to show up except for those in need. I have merely assisted, nothing more. I saw no reason to appear in court, nor when I spent time in the asylum."

Only one stands