An Ominous Presence Lurks…
Stalks of decaying corn lie as far as the eye can see.
Death and blood have seeped into their very roots.
Even the crows have succumbed to malice,
lurking among the leaves, waiting for you!
A whispered legend…
It is said that the wrath of the Old Butcher corrupted the field.
His putrid violence lingering long after his death.
They say you can still hear the screams of his victims,
their spirits forever trapped within the fields of blood.
And as the night draws on,
the scarecrows stir…