The Farmer's neighbor always saw him outside everyday, tending to his scarecrow in the cornfield. The neighbor had always wanted a scarecrow, but he didn't know how to build one.

The next morning, he watched the farmer go out to his field and collect his crops. After the farmer went back inside, the neighbor snuck over to his field, and looked at the scarecrow more closely this time. "I promise." He started. "That I'll soon have one like you."

The next day came, and once again he watched the farmer go out and collect his crops. After the farmer went back inside, the neighbor watched the scarecrow stretch its arms out then go limp again.

After multiple days passed, the farmer had stopped going outside. And soon his crops were overgrowing. The neighbor went over to his home and knocked on the door. No reply. When the neighbor turned around, he noticed that the scarecrow was also gone.

The next day he went outside and noticed that there was now a scarecrow in his field. It was basically a dream come true, he thought to himself, as he made his way towards it. But as he got closer, he noticed that something was dripping off of its arm and onto the ground. When he was only a few inches away from the scarecrow, he was suddenly pushed from behind and landed on the ground right in front of the scarecrow. He looked back, and saw nothing, then he looked up at the scarecrow.

He almost vomited when he saw that the farmer's face had been peeled off and put over top of the scarecrow's head. The skin from his arms dangling in the wind, and the blood slowly dropping onto the ground below. The neighbor struggled to get up, almost falling back down twice. When he turned to go back and call the police, he was face to face with a scarecrow holding a sign with one hand and a bloodied sickle in the other.

The sign read "You wanted a scarecrow, right?" The neighbor looked back up at the scarecrow's face, and it was now in a twisted smile. It dropped the sign and raised the sickle, then swung down quickly. The neighbor stumbled back, the sides of his face bleeding heavily. The scarecrow took a step towards the neighbor, then pushed him down. The neighbor gasped for breath, but after a few seconds he stopped and just lied there. The scarecrow bent down and ripped his face clean off. The scarecrow held it high in the air as if it was a prize. "Perfection." It said.