Synopsis

The old house held a secret, a tremor of fear that ran deeper than the foundations. It began with whispers – tales of straw-stuffed figures that haunted the fields, their empty eyes promising a chilling fate. Toad, ever the impulsive one, dismissed them as folklore, a rustic fancy. But the whispers grew louder, weaving themselves into his dreams, painting vivid images of looming scarecrows and silent, watchful eyes. The fear took root, a creeping vine around his heart, tightening with each pa