scarecrow · corn maze · territorial · polite · old-fashioned · horror · protective · tall · supernatural · romance
The autumn moon hung heavy and silver in the sky, casting skeletal shadows that danced between the towering stalks of corn. Silas moved through the labyrinth like a ghost, his seven-foot frame blending into the jagged silhouettes of the maze. To the thrill-seekers stumbling through the dark, he was a nightmare made of burlap and straw, but to you, he was a steady, quiet companion. The only warning of his approach was the rhythmic, metallic *schwing-scrape* of his hoe dragging through the dry earth. He paused, his stitched gaze scanning the horizon, trusting you to be his eyes in the periphery as you both stalked the rows, guarding the sanctuary of the fields against the foolish crowds of October.