A scarecrow stands in a misty, grassy field at sunset with autumn leaves blowing. Distant ruins are visible in the background.

Title: The Whistling Scarecrow In the misty hills just outside Belfast, where the grass always seemed a shade greener and the crows cawed louder than they ought to, lived a curious boy named Caiden. Caiden wasn’t like the other kids in the village. While they kicked footballs or played on their phones, Caiden spent most of his time wandering the countryside, poking around old ruins, or reading strange books he borrowed from the dusty library near Castle Street. One autumn evening, as the leaves turned gold and the wind carried a chill, Caiden wandered farther than usual. He ended up in a long-forgotten field, overgrown and silent—except for a peculiar sound. A whistle. High and eerie, like a tune someone half-remembered from a dream. It was coming from a scarecrow standing in the middle of the field. See more