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Scarecrow of 1889

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.  —   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?

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Holding the secret tight

Sylvester lay in bed, wide-eyed and restless, staring at the ceiling. It was midnight, and he toyed with the idea of fleeing to another town—a sudden escape to throw off his stalker. But with his mother's high profile, it wouldn't take long for his new location to leak.

His thoughts were shattered by the piercing sound of his phone. Who could be calling at this ungodly hour? He rose and walked to the living room, cautiously answering the phone, "Hello?"

"Sorry for calling you so late, Vester," his mother's voice came through, tinged with guilt. "I had a nightmare and needed to hear your voice. I hope I didn't disturb your sleep."

"I was still up, Mom, no worries," Sylvester reassured her, hearing her exhale in relief. "What was the nightmare about?"