Alex watched everyone split up before he walked over to one of the scarecrows. From a far it looked like a normal scarecrow, but up close it was much more disturbing to Alex. It looked almost human to him and it didn’t help that the scarecrow smelled.

“Geez, the hay in this thing must be moldy or something,” Alex coughed as he waved his hand in front of his face to get rid of the smell. Suddenly a sickle burst from the scarecrows right hand and swung at Alex. He quickly jumped back from the attack, but the sickle caught the end of his shirt and ripped it.  Alex watched as the rest of the scarecrows came to life as sickles ripped out of their hands. Alex took out his panic sword and readied himself for the scarecrows attack.

“So these things attacked the villagers and waited for travelers to come so they could attack them as well,” Alex said as he looked around at the scarecrows surrounding him. 

“Not the best detective are you,” a voice said as a man in a black suit appeared in the crowd of scarecrows. The man smiled as he walked over to one of the scarecrows and ripped open its chest. The sight inside made Alex vomit. The man smiled at Alex’s reaction and said, “These scarecrows are the villagers.” Inside the chest of the scarecrow was a ribcage with some of the flesh still hanging from the bone. Inside the ribcage was the still beating heart of the villager, the left lung, half a kidney, and a pile of entrails at the bottom. 

“What did you do to the villagers?” Alex asked.
“Nothing much,” the man said as he patted a much smaller scarecrow on the head and added, “I’ve added them to the family.”