As you climb over the fence you notice that the ground is a decayed
grey and the dead brown corn hangs droopily to the ground.A
wicked-looking scarecrow is in the center of the field.When you look
over the picket fence you see that the old woman is trying to tell you
something.She points behind you and you hear a russle in the corn as
the scarecrow mooves speedily behind you .By the time you realize,it
is already too late.You writhe in pain as the scarecrow tears out your
heart,still beating in it's hand.