There stood a sight that made you to shake your head to see if it was real or a figment of your imagination. A tall figure with a Jack-o-lantern head was staring into the mirror, using a knife to carve out it's eye. It paused midway in his carving as if it saw you and it did. He turned his head, sheathing his knife in a pocket at his side. And you immediately recognised it.

It was the scarecrow that was supposed to be in the field.

''Sup'.'' He said tilting his head which glowed.