Nearly every night at about 2am, loud screams can be heard coming from the old shack on the hill, at the top of our street.

Its been going on for years and more and more children are disappearing, its not fair, its not right.

The farm land that surrounded the old shack was covered in at least 100 scarecrows, nobody knows why, but I think iv figured it out...

A revolting stench could be smelled from the hill, especially on windy days. It caused alot of uproar in the village below, but no one was brave enough to say anything.

A revolting stench could be smelled from the hill, especially on windy days. It caused alot of uproar in the village below, but no one was brave enough to say anything.

The path there was hidden behind whats seemed to be hundreds of brambles, it was quite hidden aswell, it was gonna be hard to get through it all, but ill find a way.

Eventually I manage to scurry through, just barely, scratched myself up a bit but im fine. Now, to the old shack.

For about 30 minutes, iv been struggling up this long windy, muddy path, nothing but a few really old signs that read "turn back now".

Im nearing the fence of the farm, it smells so vile up here, how does he live?

I take a long deep breath and, slowly proceed, not knowing if I will even leave in one piece, or at all.

The scarecrows look creepy up close, they have real clothes and alot of them are childrens, what sick person would do this?

It's getting darker by the hour and iv been here a while, snooping, trying to find a safe way through, Iv only seen one, but it's risky, it goes right in front of the shack, but it looks like an entrance to it, just out of view that may lead underground, a basement perhaps?

I can occasionally see movement from inside the shack, through the blinds, he is definitely frustrated.

I feel the time is right and make a dash across the farmland, staying low the whole time. It seems he hasn't noticed, I hope he hasnt.

I try my best to open this door, but it won't budge, im making too much noise and its getting later and later.

I finally get it open and slip inside. It's dark and damp in here, but nothing to bad, just the smell that was off. There is a big metal door that had a small window in the top and was incredibly cold to the touch. I walked over and peeked inside, what I found was just the worst. Several severed heads, legs and other body parts hanging out, dripping with blood, some filled with maggots and some just unrecognisable.

I am so shocked by my findings, I didnt hear the door behind me, or the footsteps approaching, my life was over before it began and I was completely oblivious.

I was slashed in the back with a sickle and had a rake through my leg, I fell back and saw him, the old man that had terrorised our village for so long, he seemed to be enjoying my pain, it seemed to relax him. He slowly bent down, kissed me on and cheek and licked my forehead "ahh, fresh meat, the crows will love this"

I blacked out, probably from blood loss, but when I awoke, I was tied up, with barbed wire, on a hill, on a farm, stuffed, inside of a scarecrow, getting slowly eaten alive, by birds.