Warped Scarecrow

An eerie descends on your evening walk. Drawing your coat closer, you pause to light your pipe, the fragrance of earthy Burley, hay-like Virginias, caramel apples, and candy corn mingling with the oncoming mist. Crossing the cornfield, just off the road, you spot the scarecrow, silent, still. You've seen him before, but you can't shake the feeling that this time... he sees you too.