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Every end, is a new beginning. A means of making a start towards something new and exciting. A means of digging up the skeletons in the closet, to finally lay them to rest. At times, the manner in which these old demons are put down, are the result of a happy circumstance. The result of friends and family coming together, to guide their lost loved ones down the proper path, so that they might start a new chapter of their life. A chapter which, would hopefully, be the starting tale to a story consisting primarily of moments of joy. Albeit, not everyone is given this chance of renewal. There are the unfortunate cases where the ending point of one chapter, only leaves room for the new chapter to be written under the veil of sorrow.

These stories being the type that, often do not get to have the happy ending which would provide the next tale with a means of having a good start. In the case of Johnathan McClintoc, it might be best to leave any opinions on whether or not any parts of the story might be so lucky as to have that happy ending. The tale being something that is relatively unknown among those in the town, despite the local rumors. The tales of a monster wearing a mans skin, which roams the vacant corn fields on the edge of town. Fields that, despite having spent years without knowing the touch of a farmers hands, have never failed to produce the edible golden crop. A crop with, surprisingly, will stand nearly year round.

To understand the local legends, it would make sense that one would need to know the stories which are there to back them up. Right? So the first step is to learn old Johnathan’s tale. The tale of how a decent, god fearing man, was turned into a monster following the betrayal of those nearest and dearest to him. To start, John had been a generous young man, before he died. He was the youngest of three boys, and it showed. Maybe not in his looks, according to anyone whom had ever had the chance to meet him face to face. His age showing only where behavior counted. He being a man with some painfully innocent traits. Traits that, oddly enough, had drawn the eyes of a handful of women to him during his time in high-school.

The little lady who had been so lucky as to catch young Johnathan’s attention, was a darling by the name of Leslie Romar. Their romance may as well have been a fairytale, considering the obvious differences that were found between the pair. In looks alone, John and Leslie couldn’t be anything aside from opposites. She being tall, curvy little vixen of a high-school girl, who looked incredibly mature even at the age of sixteen. Mature to the point that she had been capable of getting away with buying booze while underage, simply because the bartenders would take one look at her and mistake her for a twenty-something year old woman. John, on the other hand, likely would have been asked to show ID well into his thirties. Where his looks failed to make him look like a child, they had also made it impossible for him to pass for anything aside from seventeen.

She was the blond haired, blue eyed beauty who had succeeded in wrapping her parents around her little fingers. A girl who managed to get away with nearly everything, just by flashing a cute smile and a pleading look whenever things got tough. Whereas John had been given the misfortune of being compared to a vampire. His pale complexion and dark hair being something that would seemingly scream Dracula whenever people bothered to stop and think about what he happened to remind him of. The fact that he supposedly had some rather sharp looking canines, probably didn’t make it any easier to avoid any childish nicknames. All that little man would have needed to do was put in some red-eye contacts, and throw on a cape.

He would have been set to walk around on any given night and claim he was a vampire, and certain people probably would have believed him. He and Leslie really did appear to be on the opposing sides of the physical spectrum. To the point that there were, understandably, a lot of people prone to questioning whether or not the two of them had ever really been together. The young couple made their debut towards the end of their sophomore year in high-school, and succeeded in keeping their relationship strong until graduation. The two only succeeding in finding a comfortable apartment to reside in thanks to the financial support of Leslie’s father. Leslie being the one in the relationship, whom actually had a guarantee at financial stability in life thanks to who her parents were.

The aide, however, did not stop Johnathan from feeling the need to prove himself. The need to make something of himself, so that he might be able to make it clear to Leslie’s father that he would be able to look after her if the need ever arose. As such, while the little lady spent her time enjoying the luxuries that came with having enough money to not have to worry about how the bills were going to be paid, John would do everything in his power to better himself. In the four years that it took him to succeed in getting his Bachelors degree in Agriculture, it seemed that he and his vixen had only managed to continue to deepen their romantic ties with one another. To the point that Johnathan’s graduation day, also acted as the day that Leslie would accept his marriage proposal.

How unfortunate it is that, this is where the little love story, turns into a tale more akin to that of Romeo and Juliet. Something with a happy start, but an incredibly tragic closing scene. As John would come to find, Leslie had not been the most loyal of romantic partners. She having taken advantage of any time he had spent on campus, and away from her, while he worked to make himself into a man that would be worthy of her fathers respect. He, of course, would not discover this until it was to late for him to have secured his own financial future. In the two years that it took the pair to get their life in order, Leslie had only succeeded in seeing to it that Johnathan would be suffering under the weight of her heels regardless of whether or not they stayed together.

John, of course, was unaware of this. He having been so lost in his desire to establish a future with his desired mate, that he failed to notice the potential consequences should their marriage prove to be one that could not be maintained. Or in the more blunt terms, the woman would be free to claim just about everything, should the two of them decide not to stay together. The house and land which had been purchased for them, had been put under her name, because she was the one with the more established credit. The same scenario applied to any vehicles purchased by either of them. Johnathan made the fatal mistake of setting up his livelihood, under the expectation that his golden vixen would prove to be as faithful to him, as he was to her.

Now, this is a town that thrives on its agriculture. So, under different circumstances, John probably would have been able to live out a pretty decent life, considering his educational choices throughout college. He had succeeded in snagging a well paying job as a farmers aide. One which, in time, would have provided him with a multitude of options to pick from once he had the experience to say whether or not he wanted to run his own farming business or sell his services as a worker. His particular craft, seemed to work surprisingly well when it came to producing a healthy crop of corn. To the point that it may be safe to say that the corn maze that was produced for that years Autumn festival, was one of the best that the town had ever seen.

The irony of this, if that word is being used correctly, that the fruits of Johnathan’s greatest efforts would bring about his greatest loss. Naturally a man such as he would seek to show his intended partner the fruits of his labor. As such, he had taken some time off of his work, so that he could bring Leslie to the fair. The intention being to spend some time with her. He sought to be romantic and intimate with his wife to be. Had he not been forced to stumble upon the truth of her deceit, then perhaps this goal might have proven to be reasonable. The genuine irony. The corn maze which John had helped to create, in hopes of achieving that point in life where he could proclaim stability, was where he lost any chance of doing so.

Leslie had, supposedly, lost her way after entering the maze with Johnathan. She having done so after spotting another subject of her romantic interests, while holding the belief that her fiancee would be incapable of immediately locating her. The unfortunate miscalculation in this, being that she did not take into account that the man had helped design the maze itself. As such, John had managed to hunt her down within minutes of realizing that he had lost sight of her within the maze. His goal being to prevent her from getting lost, and entering a state of terror when she could not find her way out of the field. The sight of the love of his life, engaging in a passionate kiss with a man that he had once called friend, must have been emotionally scarring Johnathan.

In the moments following this discovery, virtually every aspect of the man’s life, fell into ruin. He learned of the years of dishonesty that had been shared between he had his fiancee. The years of continual betrayal, from a man that he had named as his best man for the upcoming wedding. The truth of his future from there, was thrown onto him as though it were food being tossed in the general direction of a starved and dangerous animal. He would have no home to return to. Leslie, in terms of legalities, owned everything. The house, the cars, and a number of the electronics which he used on a daily basis. Had it not been for the fact that he had started out work as a farm aide, then chances were that she would have been in ownership of any tools which he might have used for his work.

This was a man, who was forced to watch nearly everything he had worked for in his life, get ripped clean out of his hands. What was more, it was done by the woman, whom he had once desired to spend the rest of his natural born life with. What else was a man to do following a confrontation like that, aside from run? He had clearly been without a means of determining this, and so, he ran. His knowledge of the maze being more than enough to help him find the thin areas between the stalks of corn, which would allow him to escape the field without needing to traverse it. This, unfortunately, proved to be what brought about the closing scene of that chapter of John’s life. He had, failed to take into account the fact that the next field, was due for harvest.

A man in the midst of such a drastic emotional breakdown would be far from capable of taking note of even the most obvious of hazards to their well being. John, through some sort of means, happening to put himself in the wrong place and the wrong time. His body finding itself at the dangerous end of the combine harvester. Chances are that he became aware of this fatal mistake, just prior to his death. The farmer unfortunate enough to be in control of the vehicle, not having succeeded in shutting it down before the man could be dragged under the rotating blades which it carried. The end result of this encounter, being a ruined piece of farm equipment, the loss of one human life, and the survivor being out under investigation.

As stated, every end, is the start of a new beginning. Johnathan’s story came to its unfortunate close, before the jaws of farm machinery. However, the starting chapter of the Scarecrow, began shortly after. As stated, to understand a local legend, you need to learn about any stories which lead up to it. Johnathan McClintoc died out in that abandoned cornfield, after being run over by a combine harvester. His body was ripped to pieces, and, it was a closed casket funeral. The body being buried in pieces, simply because it had been the will of his family for his body to be put to rest within the earth, rather than trapped within the confines of an urn. If you were to go out to that man’s coffin now, you would find it empty. No bone, no evidence of decay.

All that would be there, is an empty box, because old John came back after he died. A demon, wearing the feathers of a crow, snuck into his casket to drag him back from death as a monster. A monster wearing the tattered skin and flesh, of the man whom had once existed. The story changes a little now, depending on where you hear it. Some say that the demon consumed every piece of Johnathan’s corpse, and used that as a means of somehow birthing the monster that now roams those abandoned fields. Other people stand by the claims of the demon having sewn his body back together with painstaking care. There are a few other claims. The beast having simply used magic to reform him, or the devil himself having put him back together.

Either way, the monster of the field, walks with the lasting proof of their body having been ripped to pieces. Anyone who happens across him, immediately knows who and what he is. Or, who he once was. Any visible skin is laced with pale scars, and dark stitches. The stitches either being the lasting reminder of the fact that his body had been ripped to pieces, or being the means of keeping his frame from falling apart now that its been put back together. Not a lot of him is there to be seen. A majority of his body being wrapped up in a tattered cloak. One which you might expect to find upon the grim reaper himself. He was, at one point, referred to as the Reaper of the Corn, due to the survivors description of the weapon which he is prone to carrying with him.

This being an old fashioned sickle. A tool which was, in the past, used for harvesting corn and other grains. It now being something that he, based on the remains of those whom did not listen to the warnings, he uses to harvest the internal organs of his victims. Primarily, the organs which are considered to be the most vital. Heart, liver, stomach, lungs, and kidneys. The brain, surprisingly enough, being left in tact. Albeit, it took a number of corpse examinations to determine which organs were carefully cut out, and which were left inside the bodies to be consumed by the crows. As stated, the demon which revived Johnathan as the monster of the field, is believed to assume the shape of a crow.

She being the one that stands out against the rest, thanks to the unusual, crimson appearance of her eyes. Each of her wings also being rumored to sport a single white feather, which runs down the center. That, is what has brought this beast onto our lands. Or that, the curse. Seeing as the first of the Scarecrow’s victims, were the man and woman which had brought about his death. Leslie having been slain in her bed, whereas her lover met his demise whilst driving past the field. His death, having been the more gruesome of the two. This not being because it was more violent, because the reality was that it was not. The man, to put it simply, had experienced a far slower death due to the circumstances.

The crows having, through some supernatural means, driven him off of the road and forcing him to crash into a ditch. The resulting damage to his internal organs, being what would kill him the following week. So, believe me when I say, that you should not go near that field. If you must pass through it, keep to the road. Do not pull over under any circumstances. Should you happen to see the figure of a man making their way through the corn, do not make any attempts to approach them. Chances are, that it is the Scarecrow, and that he is seeking to lure you to him. Keep your windows rolled up when you pass by, and keep an eye out for the crows. Slow your movement if you happen to see a large, red eyed crow, with white feathers in her wings.

In addition. Should you happen to pass by there on a regular basis. I think that you will find that, the population of the crows seems to grow, with every victim that is claimed there in that field. A lot of tourists pass through that area, expecting the legend to be a hoax. Animals had been found dead there as well. You’ll always notice, that new crows will show up, whenever someone has died. Its easy to tell them from the rest, because for some reason, their feathers always start out white. The newest of the flock always being obvious, because there will be less color on their feathers. The oldest of them, having pure black bodies. Some of them being so dark in color, that it is almost as though, they do not exist through natural means.

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Every end, is a new beginning. A means of making a start towards something new and exciting. A means of digging up the skeletons in the closet, to finally lay them to rest. At times, the manner in which these old demons are put down, are the result of a happy circumstance. The result of friends and family coming together, to guide their lost loved ones down the proper path, so that they might start a new chapter of their life. A chapter which, would hopefully, be the starting tale to a story consisting primarily of moments of joy. Albeit, not everyone is given this chance of renewal. There are the unfortunate cases where the ending point of one chapter, only leaves room for the new chapter to be written under the veil of sorrow.

These stories being the type that, often do not get to have the happy ending which would provide the next tale with a means of having a good start. In the case of Johnathan McClintoc, it might be best to leave any opinions on whether or not any parts of the story might be so lucky as to have that happy ending. The tale being something that is relatively unknown among those in the town, despite the local rumors. The tales of a monster wearing a mans skin, which roams the vacant corn fields on the edge of town. Fields that, despite having spent years without knowing the touch of a farmers hands, have never failed to produce the edible golden crop. A crop with, surprisingly, will stand nearly year round.

To understand the local legends, it would make sense that one would need to know the stories which are there to back them up. Right? So the first step is to learn old Johnathan’s tale. The tale of how a decent, god fearing man, was turned into a monster following the betrayal of those nearest and dearest to him. To start, John had been a generous young man, before he died. He was the youngest of three boys, and it showed. Maybe not in his looks, according to anyone whom had ever had the chance to meet him face to face. His age showing only where behavior counted. He being a man with some painfully innocent traits. Traits that, oddly enough, had drawn the eyes of a handful of women to him during his time in high-school.

The little lady who had been so lucky as to catch young Johnathan’s attention, was a darling by the name of Leslie Romar. Their romance may as well have been a fairytale, considering the obvious differences that were found between the pair. In looks alone, John and Leslie couldn’t be anything aside from opposites. She being tall, curvy little vixen of a high-school girl, who looked incredibly mature even at the age of sixteen. Mature to the point that she had been capable of getting away with buying booze while underage, simply because the bartenders would take one look at her and mistake her for a twenty-something year old woman. John, on the other hand, likely would have been asked to show ID well into his thirties. Where his looks failed to make him look like a child, they had also made it impossible for him to pass for anything aside from seventeen.

She was the blond haired, blue eyed beauty who had succeeded in wrapping her parents around her little fingers. A girl who managed to get away with nearly everything, just by flashing a cute smile and a pleading look whenever things got tough. Whereas John had been given the misfortune of being compared to a vampire. His pale complexion and dark hair being something that would seemingly scream Dracula whenever people bothered to stop and think about what he happened to remind him of. The fact that he supposedly had some rather sharp looking canines, probably didn’t make it any easier to avoid any childish nicknames. All that little man would have needed to do was put in some red-eye contacts, and throw on a cape.

He would have been set to walk around on any given night and claim he was a vampire, and certain people probably would have believed him. He and Leslie really did appear to be on the opposing sides of the physical spectrum. To the point that there were, understandably, a lot of people prone to questioning whether or not the two of them had ever really been together. The young couple made their debut towards the end of their sophomore year in high-school, and succeeded in keeping their relationship strong until graduation. The two only succeeding in finding a comfortable apartment to reside in thanks to the financial support of Leslie’s father. Leslie being the one in the relationship, whom actually had a guarantee at financial stability in life thanks to who her parents were.

The aide, however, did not stop Johnathan from feeling the need to prove himself. The need to make something of himself, so that he might be able to make it clear to Leslie’s father that he would be able to look after her if the need ever arose. As such, while the little lady spent her time enjoying the luxuries that came with having enough money to not have to worry about how the bills were going to be paid, John would do everything in his power to better himself. In the four years that it took him to succeed in getting his Bachelors degree in Agriculture, it seemed that he and his vixen had only managed to continue to deepen their romantic ties with one another. To the point that Johnathan’s graduation day, also acted as the day that Leslie would accept his marriage proposal.

How unfortunate it is that, this is where the little love story, turns into a tale more akin to that of Romeo and Juliet. Something with a happy start, but an incredibly tragic closing scene. As John would come to find, Leslie had not been the most loyal of romantic partners. She having taken advantage of any time he had spent on campus, and away from her, while he worked to make himself into a man that would be worthy of her fathers respect. He, of course, would not discover this until it was to late for him to have secured his own financial future. In the two years that it took the pair to get their life in order, Leslie had only succeeded in seeing to it that Johnathan would be suffering under the weight of her heels regardless of whether or not they stayed together.

John, of course, was unaware of this. He having been so lost in his desire to establish a future with his desired mate, that he failed to notice the potential consequences should their marriage prove to be one that could not be maintained. Or in the more blunt terms, the woman would be free to claim just about everything, should the two of them decide not to stay together. The house and land which had been purchased for them, had been put under her name, because she was the one with the more established credit. The same scenario applied to any vehicles purchased by either of them. Johnathan made the fatal mistake of setting up his livelihood, under the expectation that his golden vixen would prove to be as faithful to him, as he was to her.

Now, this is a town that thrives on its agriculture. So, under different circumstances, John probably would have been able to live out a pretty decent life, considering his educational choices throughout college. He had succeeded in snagging a well paying job as a farmers aide. One which, in time, would have provided him with a multitude of options to pick from once he had the experience to say whether or not he wanted to run his own farming business or sell his services as a worker. His particular craft, seemed to work surprisingly well when it came to producing a healthy crop of corn. To the point that it may be safe to say that the corn maze that was produced for that years Autumn festival, was one of the best that the town had ever seen.

The irony of this, if that word is being used correctly, that the fruits of Johnathan’s greatest efforts would bring about his greatest loss. Naturally a man such as he would seek to show his intended partner the fruits of his labor. As such, he had taken some time off of his work, so that he could bring Leslie to the fair. The intention being to spend some time with her. He sought to be romantic and intimate with his wife to be. Had he not been forced to stumble upon the truth of her deceit, then perhaps this goal might have proven to be reasonable. The genuine irony. The corn maze which John had helped to create, in hopes of achieving that point in life where he could proclaim stability, was where he lost any chance of doing so.

Leslie had, supposedly, lost her way after entering the maze with Johnathan. She having done so after spotting another subject of her romantic interests, while holding the belief that her fiancee would be incapable of immediately locating her. The unfortunate miscalculation in this, being that she did not take into account that the man had helped design the maze itself. As such, John had managed to hunt her down within minutes of realizing that he had lost sight of her within the maze. His goal being to prevent her from getting lost, and entering a state of terror when she could not find her way out of the field. The sight of the love of his life, engaging in a passionate kiss with a man that he had once called friend, must have been emotionally scarring Johnathan.

In the moments following this discovery, virtually every aspect of the man’s life, fell into ruin. He learned of the years of dishonesty that had been shared between he had his fiancee. The years of continual betrayal, from a man that he had named as his best man for the upcoming wedding. The truth of his future from there, was thrown onto him as though it were food being tossed in the general direction of a starved and dangerous animal. He would have no home to return to. Leslie, in terms of legalities, owned everything. The house, the cars, and a number of the electronics which he used on a daily basis. Had it not been for the fact that he had started out work as a farm aide, then chances were that she would have been in ownership of any tools which he might have used for his work.

This was a man, who was forced to watch nearly everything he had worked for in his life, get ripped clean out of his hands. What was more, it was done by the woman, whom he had once desired to spend the rest of his natural born life with. What else was a man to do following a confrontation like that, aside from run? He had clearly been without a means of determining this, and so, he ran. His knowledge of the maze being more than enough to help him find the thin areas between the stalks of corn, which would allow him to escape the field without needing to traverse it. This, unfortunately, proved to be what brought about the closing scene of that chapter of John’s life. He had, failed to take into account the fact that the next field, was due for harvest.

A man in the midst of such a drastic emotional breakdown would be far from capable of taking note of even the most obvious of hazards to their well being. John, through some sort of means, happening to put himself in the wrong place and the wrong time. His body finding itself at the dangerous end of the combine harvester. Chances are that he became aware of this fatal mistake, just prior to his death. The farmer unfortunate enough to be in control of the vehicle, not having succeeded in shutting it down before the man could be dragged under the rotating blades which it carried. The end result of this encounter, being a ruined piece of farm equipment, the loss of one human life, and the survivor being out under investigation.

As stated, every end, is the start of a new beginning. Johnathan’s story came to its unfortunate close, before the jaws of farm machinery. However, the starting chapter of the Scarecrow, began shortly after. As stated, to understand a local legend, you need to learn about any stories which lead up to it. Johnathan McClintoc died out in that abandoned cornfield, after being run over by a combine harvester. His body was ripped to pieces, and, it was a closed casket funeral. The body being buried in pieces, simply because it had been the will of his family for his body to be put to rest within the earth, rather than trapped within the confines of an urn. If you were to go out to that man’s coffin now, you would find it empty. No bone, no evidence of decay.

All that would be there, is an empty box, because old John came back after he died. A demon, wearing the feathers of a crow, snuck into his casket to drag him back from death as a monster. A monster wearing the tattered skin and flesh, of the man whom had once existed. The story changes a little now, depending on where you hear it. Some say that the demon consumed every piece of Johnathan’s corpse, and used that as a means of somehow birthing the monster that now roams those abandoned fields. Other people stand by the claims of the demon having sewn his body back together with painstaking care. There are a few other claims. The beast having simply used magic to reform him, or the devil himself having put him back together.

Either way, the monster of the field, walks with the lasting proof of their body having been ripped to pieces. Anyone who happens across him, immediately knows who and what he is. Or, who he once was. Any visible skin is laced with pale scars, and dark stitches. The stitches either being the lasting reminder of the fact that his body had been ripped to pieces, or being the means of keeping his frame from falling apart now that its been put back together. Not a lot of him is there to be seen. A majority of his body being wrapped up in a tattered cloak. One which you might expect to find upon the grim reaper himself. He was, at one point, referred to as the Reaper of the Corn, due to the survivors description of the weapon which he is prone to carrying with him.

This being an old fashioned sickle. A tool which was, in the past, used for harvesting corn and other grains. It now being something that he, based on the remains of those whom did not listen to the warnings, he uses to harvest the internal organs of his victims. Primarily, the organs which are considered to be the most vital. Heart, liver, stomach, lungs, and kidneys. The brain, surprisingly enough, being left in tact. Albeit, it took a number of corpse examinations to determine which organs were carefully cut out, and which were left inside the bodies to be consumed by the crows. As stated, the demon which revived Johnathan as the monster of the field, is believed to assume the shape of a crow.

She being the one that stands out against the rest, thanks to the unusual, crimson appearance of her eyes. Each of her wings also being rumored to sport a single white feather, which runs down the center. That, is what has brought this beast onto our lands. Or that, the curse. Seeing as the first of the Scarecrow’s victims, were the man and woman which had brought about his death. Leslie having been slain in her bed, whereas her lover met his demise whilst driving past the field. His death, having been the more gruesome of the two. This not being because it was more violent, because the reality was that it was not. The man, to put it simply, had experienced a far slower death due to the circumstances.

The crows having, through some supernatural means, driven him off of the road and forcing him to crash into a ditch. The resulting damage to his internal organs, being what would kill him the following week. So, believe me when I say, that you should not go near that field. If you must pass through it, keep to the road. Do not pull over under any circumstances. Should you happen to see the figure of a man making their way through the corn, do not make any attempts to approach them. Chances are, that it is the Scarecrow, and that he is seeking to lure you to him. Keep your windows rolled up when you pass by, and keep an eye out for the crows. Slow your movement if you happen to see a large, red eyed crow, with white feathers in her wings.

In addition. Should you happen to pass by there on a regular basis. I think that you will find that, the population of the crows seems to grow, with every victim that is claimed there in that field. A lot of tourists pass through that area, expecting the legend to be a hoax. Animals had been found dead there as well. You’ll always notice, that new crows will show up, whenever someone has died. Its easy to tell them from the rest, because for some reason, their feathers always start out white. The newest of the flock always being obvious, because there will be less color on their feathers. The oldest of them, having pure black bodies. Some of them being so dark in color, that it is almost as though, they do not exist through natural means.