Silas W. Finch was a charismatic and resourceful salesman from the East Coast, traversing the American heartland in search of new markets and opportunities. He had a wife and two young children awaiting his return.
As night descended upon Avondale, Silas stepped into Jubal Pickett's dimly lit farmhouse, eager to peddle his wares. Jubal's unsettling grin and unnerving gaze put Silas on edge, but the promise of a sale kept him engaged. Over pipes and coffee, Jubal revealed his true interest: not in Silas's textiles, but in his very soul.
Jubal's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as he led Silas to his fields, where scarecrows stood sentinel like twisted, straw-stuffed disciples. The air reeked of decay and corruption. Silas's screams were drowned out by the wind as Jubal's rough hands bound him to a wooden stake. The last thing Silas saw was Jubal's face, twisted into a grotesque mask, as he whispered, "You'll join my harvest, Silas. Forever." The scarecrows seemed to close in, their straw-filled bodies swelling with an unnatural life. Silas's cries were consumed by the darkness, his essence merging with the very land itself.
The next morning, Silas's horse and carriage were found abandoned, his goods still intact. The people of Avondale whispered among themselves, sensing the darkness that lurked beneath Jubal's smile. Another scarecrow stood tall in Jubal's field, its face eerily resembling Silas's terrified visage. The wind rustling through the straw-filled body seemed to carry a faint, eternal scream.
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