They say the scarecrow watches.
In the quiet town of Dry Creek, Withers Field has always produced an unnatural harvest. The corn grows too tall. The soil is too rich. And at the center of the field stands a scarecrow no one dares approach, stitched from burlap and straw, its button eyes fixed on the town like a silent judge.
When a group of teenagers accepts a reckless dare and steals the scarecrow's eyes, they believe they've proven the old legends wrong. By morning, one of them is dead, his eyes missing, replaced by a single black button.
As fear spreads through Dry Creek, the field begins to claim what it is owed. Each night, the corn whispers. Each dawn brings another body. The town's buried history, ancient pacts, ritual offerings, and a bargain struck generations ago slowly surfaces. The land was never blessed. It was fed.
Caught between guilt, terror, and the suffocating weight of inherited silence, the survivors race to undo what they've awakened. But the scarecrow doesn't need eyes to see. It watches through the soil, through the stalks, through the living themselves. And it never forgets those who cross its gaze.
Harvest of Eyes is a chilling folk horror novel steeped in rural dread, atmospheric tension, and slow-burn terror. Perfect for readers who crave eerie landscapes, small-town secrets, and the creeping realization that some traditions exist for a reason and breaking them comes at a terrible cost.
