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Look past the innocence of our small town. Look past the train station and our houses, because a curse has come to Heritage Hill. One night, we awoke with an eerie feeling. There was a strange chill in the air and the hairs stood up on the backs of our neck. Something was out there, peering through the darkness. We caught a glimpse. The scarecrow. Nobody knows how it got there, but it lurks out there even now. We tried to remove it... To bury it... To burn it... To destroy it... But there it roams, preying upon our town, poisoning our land, its black roots spreading out like wildfire. And now the scarecrow is not our only concern. It's evil has attracted other...things. Our cemetery looks to be disturbed on a nightly basis. Kids keep talking about seeing spiders the size of dogs. And we've all heard the strange whispers and seen the lights in the forest. Heritage Hill is dying. People are missing. Animals are found dead. We live in fear, hoping it will all just go away. That the scarecrow will take its curse someplace else. It won't though. It is getting stronger, more brazen, more fearless. As if it knows more are coming. This quiet community will never be the same. Heritage Hill is doomed. Stay away from here. Forget about us. Or you will be forced to suffer with us all.