The Chief Inspector scratched his head in puzzlement.
First it was the mysterious corn circles, now the bodies of the local youths were spread throughout the field. The deaths were like nothing he had seen before.
The way the bodies were laid on the ground made it look like they were running away from something and then frightened to death, going by their expressions.
There were no inhabitants for miles.
“If only you could talk?” He said to the scarecrow.
The scarecrow’s evil grin widened behind the Chief Inspector’s retreating back.