The afternoon sun sits low in the sky making a brilliant orange flame across the horizon. Only the haze in the air hides some of the fire in the sky. You look across the corn field and see the scarecrow rise above the stalks but something does not look right. It's hard to tell with all that haze swirling in the tickling breeze.

You walk towards it. You get closer, then still closer. The small hairs on the back of your nape start to stand on end and you feel a chill down your spine. Two more steps, then two more and you stop. This scarecrow is alive. No, it was alive but no more. The scream sticks in your throat but no one would hear you anyway.