Eli continued to hire drifters as
farmhands...oftentimes rough characters who came and
went, but little noticed by the locals. Each departure
marked by a new scarecrow in the fields. Eli had also
changed, not for the better. His paranoia extended to
outright rage if anyone even came near his property,
so no one did--not that they ever had much reason to
before. The Atrum farm was an accepted "no man's
land"...no man's but Eli's; the isolation that
had always marked his life now became a palpable force
that could make the hair on the back of your neck stand
up if you got too close to the Atrum Farm. It wasn't
a place you'd speak of, and was purposefully ignored
As work in the area became more plentiful and industrialized,
fewer drifters came through. That was when the children
began to go missing from the nearby town. The increasing
outrcry from the townsfolk over these disappearances
eventually lead the authorities to the one place no
one ever went willingly...the Atrum Farm. The discoveries
made there haunt us to this day...
A number of deputies were seriously injured by the
insanely aggressive livestock and in confrontation with
a select few 'farmhands' trusted by Eli to do his dark
work. Once they were overcome, the locals and law enforcement
officials began finding human remains in the feed troughs.
What they found in the butchering shed defies description.
When the 'scarecrows' were examined, they were found
to be corpses dressed in rags......men...and one woman...in
various stages of decay; their dripping blood and rotting
flesh providing a gruesome fertilizer.
Most of the missing children were found alive, but
that was little comfort when it became clear that they
were completely under Eli's power. Brainwashed, deranged,
and zealously loyal to their new "father",
they did his evil bidding without question.
At the edge of the cornfield, they finally found Old
Eli, armed only with a bloody grass knife. Then and
there, he did something no one had ever seen him do
before: He laughed. A long, hard, crazy laugh that had
been building, twisting, and warping inside him for
all his years. In a terrifying rant directed at all
present, Old Elias Atrum shouted that he had work to
do...that his work would never end...that this farm
would always be his, that we would be present at every
harvest. With that, he took off into the cornfields.
The posse that followed couldn't find him, though some
were found later with their throats slashed, their blood
soaking into the ground.
The manhunt for Elias Atrum lasted for weeks, but no
trace of him was found. It was assumed that he'd fled
the area, and that was fine with everybody...
Until the following fall.