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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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Wet footsteps

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Sylvester's hand trembled as a sense of foreboding crept over him. Hastily, he snatched his comb from the nightstand and clutched the burning lantern tightly as he followed the faint footprints out of his room.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" Sylvester's voice echoed through the apartment, competing with the relentless drumming of rain outside. His heart hammered in his chest as he traced the footsteps, leading him to the kitchen.

For the umpteenth time, his kitchen seemed to be the target. What was it about his pots and pans that attracted the intruder? But as Sylvester stepped into the kitchen, the footsteps abruptly ceased, sending a shiver down his spine. Was it really a ghost? With cautious steps, he combed through every corner, peering under tables and beds, but found no trace of an intruder. He prayed fervently that the unwelcome visitor had fled his home.