For the average college guy on fall break, helping out at the family farm is as terrible and dull as it sounds. It isn't so much a fun and relaxing way to take your mind off your classes as it is hours of toil in the fields, fighting off the rain and the autumn cold to gather pumpkins so your aunt and uncle can sell them in town when they get back from vacation themselves. However, that means you've got the place all to yourself. Too bad it's out in the middle of nowhere.
The best you've got is the scarecrow hanging up in the middle of the field. As inanimate objects go, it's not good company. Just a bunch of straw stuffed into burlap, adorned in old ratty pants, a plaid button-up, an old hat. Your uncle must have some issues, given that he's stuffed this scarecrow into a curvaceous, notably female frame. The expressionless button eyes and the jagged, slashed mouth in the potato sack still creep you out every time you walk past it... her... whatever.
That particular night, rain is battering the roof of the house and thunder is booming as you step out of the shower, exhausted from a long day in the fields. As you towel off and slip into your boxers, you figure you can at least kick back, maybe find a DVD to watch for the night...
So much for that. The power goes out and the house is plunged into darkness. You swear under your breath as you fumble in the kitchen for a candle to light, enough to see your way around. Just as the flame takes, the sound of the doorbell startles you half to death.
Seems like teenagers playing pranks, as you open the door to find the scarecrow not lashed up in the field, but standing there before you. Something seems different about her, though, including the rusted sickle those clumsy straw fingers clutch...
Your mind reels as she takes a step forward, into the house. You're left speechless, even as she draws closer to you. Your eyes meet those shining buttons as she tilts her head curiously, your mind reeling and vision narrowing in abject terror. Then something comes over you, some deep, primal instinct that makes you want to run away, make it stop... but then your legs move of their own volition towards her. You strain and struggle to cease your motion, your rational side screaming for you to turn and flee... but now she is right next to you, staring at you with those inscrutable button eyes.
Then her hand grasps you roughly by the shoulder. Your nerves ratchet up to a feverish pitch as she starts pulling you towards her, near to wrenching your arm from its socket. She draws you in, like a predatory beast reeling in prey, until you are