Karthik_Aditya

When the aging farmer Ramlal insists his tattered scarecrow is more than just decoration, no one in the village believes him. But as eerie events unfold—whispers in the wind, shadows that move on their own, and the scarecrow seemingly turning its head—Ramlal reveals a terrifying truth: he once used a forbidden ritual to protect his land, binding a dark spirit into the scarecrow using a cursed seed.

The seal begins to weaken, and the scarecrow returns—no longer confined to its post. Ramlal’s nephew Deepak, drawn into the unfolding horror, learns that the entity is trying to possess its creator. As supernatural chaos erupts, Deepak must make an impossible choice: destroy the scarecrow, even if it means losing Ramlal forever.

In a final act of sacrifice, Ramlal gives his life to contain the evil. The scarecrow burns, the curse is silenced… or so it seems. But when Deepak finds a single red thread and a strange seed buried in the ash, he realizes the darkness was never truly vanquished—only waiting to grow again.

"The Scarecrow Is Back" (  Season - 1 )

Around what was left of Ramlal's field—now reduced to burnt stalks and scorched earth—the locals gathered. No corner had been spared by the fire, but strangely, the flames had never gone past the line. As though it had been contained by something.

With a garland in his hand, Deepak stood silently. On the little stone he had placed close to the ancient well, he set it. Although it wasn't much of a grave, Ramlal had passed away there. The location of his final stand.

"This village was protected by Ramlal," Deepak informed the assembled people. "He made sure the evil didn't spread even after he passed away."

Nobody said anything. There was a time when the villagers murmured behind Ramlal's back that he was crazy, cursed, and obsessed.

They bowed their heads now in embarrassment.

The audience thinned off, but Deepak stayed. The sky was clear and the wind was light. The environment was serene but dead.

Reaching into his pocket, he took the box out. The one that Ramlal had long concealed. Only ashes now inside. The scarecrow had burnt, and so had the cursed remnants.

A crow landed close to the field's edge as he turned to go, and it gave one sharp, booming cawe. Then took off into the woods.

He was unable to fall asleep at home that night.

No longer was the quietness strange; it was simply silent. Actual. His dreams, however, told a different tale.

His skin was warmed by the sunlight. The smell of wheat wafted across the air.

Then he noticed it—in the middle of the field.

The following night, the dream reappeared.

He sensed something drawing him to it each time.

He finally had enough on the seventh night. He proceeded to the field after lighting a lamp.

The ground felt chilly underfoot.

He made his way to the spot where the scarecrow used to be.

He found it there, buried barely under the ash. One crimson thread. slim. Nearly imperceptible. And a seed was wrapped around it. He gasped. He was aware of its meaning. The curse persisted. All that had been done was replant it. With his heart racing, Deepak gazed at the seed in his hand. Ramlal was on his mind. The scarecrow sprang to mind. Blood, fire, and wind whispers were all in his mind. "Not again," he then muttered to the seed. And beneath his shoe, he crushed it. Only once did the ground tremble. Then it froze. Deepak left without turning around. However, a light wind blew across the ash as he vanished into the night.

Part - 10 : "The Final Harvest"