You drive along an old, winding road, utterly lost. It's pitch black out and you can barely see the road ahead of you through the heavy fog. Your car wheezes, before sputtering and dying. You coast to a stop along the side of the road. Getting out of the car you examine under the hood- the battery is dead.
"That's strange" You mutter to yourself. You had just replaced it a few weeks earlier. Sighing to yourself, you shut the hood and scan the road for anyone coming by. After a half an hour, there's no sign of anyone and you don't believe anyone will be coming to this place in the middle of nowhere. Looking around, you think you see a light. Squinting your eyes, you look closer through the fog, there seems to be a house in the distance. Grabbing a flashlight from the car, you head across the field towards the light. The dry grass crunches under your shoes and the fog swirls around your feet as you slowly continue.
You are nearly there when you see a dark shape out of the corner of your eye. Jumping back, you flash the light in it's direction, shouting for the stranger to back off. You slowly relax as you see the shape in its true form- a scarecrow. Another scarecrow stands next to it.
You know they are only stuffed clothing, but they seem to be staring straight at you. Shivering as a chill runs through you, you pull the collar of your coat tighter and hurry on your way.
You walk faster across the grassy field, heading for the house in the distance. You approach the crumbling stone wall surrounding it, wondering if the gate is open. Before you can think any longer, the gates slowly swing open, inviting you to enter. A chilly wind seeps into your coat and you shudder before walking through.
