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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

Alarm bells rang inside Jane's head as she watched Aurora make her way towards her. Had she left a message behind for Addison or Ricardo about her leaving with Aurora, would that have been helpful? But where would they even start looking?

"Aurora, please. You don't have to do this," Jane pleaded, sensing the young woman's eagerness to use the dagger in her hand and she tried to move her hands.

Jane cursed herself as Aurora ignored her pleas, squatting next to her. "It's a pity that some people have everything, yet they throw it away as if it is meaningless," Aurora said in a low voice.

"I thought you admired me being a detective, or were those just empty compliments?" Jane tried desperately to stall the crazed woman. "You can be a detective," she proposed, hoping to divert Aurora's murderous intent.

The End of Scarecrow