Martha sat motionless on the porch. Her eyes had a listless stare. Seven years like that! No wonder her feet had started to turn in at the ankles, and her arms drew close to her chest. The woman was only forty one years old! She appeared to be a stooped, pale child. Untouched by the outside world ... or was she?
Tragic events had left her catatonic. Through a fog, she remembered... in the dead of night, constructing a scarecrow to kill her abusive husband, Abraham. The droplets of poison she had administered to slowly weaken him. How could she have known that upon Abraham's death his evil spirit had the strength to enter the scarecrow and reanimate him? Now she was forever imprisoned by the bogeyman.
He kept her alive to watch as he tortured his victims... young and old, he would lock them in the root cellar, starve them till they were too weak to fight back, then hang them in the cornfield like a scarecrow, slit their throats and drink their blood. As they withered in the heat scavengers would feed off their lifeless bodies until an agonizing, gruesome death occurred. Their faces were so disfigured they were unrecognizable. Dark holes stared out where once eyes existed. Being held a prisoner in her own ravaged mind, she cannot warn you! She is forced to witness the dark harvest. The evil reaping of your innocent souls. Never walk through the cornfield alone.