It was a calm afternoon as the school bus arrived at the location of an abandoned looking barn with a cornfield on the side of the barn. The bus door opened as each of the teenagers walked off the bus and began to explore the private grounds. There was an eerie presence of something watching you, but you weren't sure what it was. You had a feeling that the strange feeling was coming from the Scarecrow in the cornfields. But, as you walked over to it, the stuffed creature didn't move a muscle.