screams echo out from the wheat field. You quickly rush out of bed and grab your rifle. You make your way outside. And an eerily tall scarecrow stands alone in the field. You approach it, the wheat around it is stained red. You notice that behind it, lays a body, its head completely hollowed out. You turn back around, and the scarecrow is gone. The sound of a rake being dragged along the ground fills the cold, evening air. A voice rings out, its low and raspy "if i only had a brain.."