text: Standing on the porch, you look among the high stalks of corn in front of you. In the distance is a scarecrow swinging in the wind. It almost looks as if it's dancing.
  
  Suddenly, the door to the farmhouse opens and a little girl comes out dressed in a night gown. She seems to be in a trance, her eyes fixated on the dancing scarecrow. The girl walks down the porch steps and into the rows of corn. The pouring rain doesn't seem to phase her.
  
  Maybe this girl is a sleepwalker....
  > You break into the farmhouse and wait out the storm.
  The stone fireplace is already lit. Soon you are fast asleep in the warmth of the large recliner in front of the fire. The rain pours outside but you are warm and dry.
  
  You don't notice the scarecrow now standing in the corner of the room. You don't notice him slowly motion toward you, sickle in hand...
  
  SLASH!!!
  
   
  ~THE END~
  
  you reached the "dark night of the scarecrow" ending.