The car quickly drove over the wasteland, and I looked back at my sleeping wife, who was leaning against me.

Her face was very ugly, and she had just vomited once on the road.

My wife and I are both nearly forty years old, I have a successful career as an executive of a public company, and my wife is a designer who works in a garment factory.

Although we have no children, we have always been a very happy family in the eyes of others.

Since last week, my wife suddenly had symptoms such as insomnia and loss of appetite, and after examining it at the doctor's office, she came to the conclusion that she was overtired and needed to recuperate for a while.

I asked my wife to quit her job, and I took a long vacation to take her to a quiet village where my friend had a villa and he lent it to us for a month.

In this way, we began our journey of recuperation in this pristine village.

I thought that the day I arrived in the village would be a pleasant start, but I didn't expect it to be the beginning of my journey into horror.

After arriving at the villa, the driver helped us carry our luggage into the villa and left.

It was cold outside, so I wrapped my cotton coat tightly and went into the villa with my wife in my arms. My friend's villa is very comfortably decorated, and my wife and I chose the most spacious bedroom on the second floor, which has a large balcony with several potted plants on the balcony through the glass door.

"It's so comfortable here." The wife stood in front of the glass door, soaking up the sun, looking out, and finally showed a smile that she hadn't seen in a long time, she hadn't been happy since she was unwell.

She leans against the glass door and wears a heart-shaped ring on her hand that I gave her when we were boyfriend and girlfriend. At that time, our economic conditions were not good, so we didn't buy a diamond ring when we got married, and my wife didn't mind, so I used this love ring, which was not expensive at all, as a wedding ring. To this day, she still loves to wear this ring the most.

My wife has no other relatives other than me, so I love her very much.

"It's good if you're happy." I stood behind her and hugged her, resting my chin on her shoulder and following her gaze to look out.

But then I felt a strong twitch in my heart, and through the green leaves of those potted plants, I saw the wasteland in the distance, and the strange scarecrow stood in the wasteland.

"I don't like that scarecrow." I said with a frown.

The wife laughed: "It's just a scarecrow, don't look at it if you don't like it." ”

I also felt that I was getting nervous, so I stopped talking about it.

There are plenty of ingredients in the kitchen fridge, presumably prepared by a friend. The wife's hands were very skillful and she made a sumptuous table. The two of us had a rare leisurely lunch, because I was busy with work and often worked overtime, and the two of us rarely had the opportunity to eat together.

Looking at my wife's satisfied smile, I felt that my vacation this month was well worth it.

We lay on the sofa in the living room of the villa and watched TV for an afternoon, this time I chose to follow my wife's taste and accompany her to watch various romantic dramas, in fact, I am not interested in these TV series at all, and my wife is not interested in the financial news I love to watch at all. But both of us are willing to respect each other's hobbies and not interfere with each other.

Watching the noisy TV series, I couldn't help but start wandering into the world, until a doorbell interrupted my thoughts, and my wife was still watching the TV seriously, with no intention of opening the door.

I had to get up and go to the door, and I thought it strange how anyone in this village I didn't know at all could ring the doorbell.

I turned on the video doorbell screen by the door, and the sight scared me half to death.

A man with a sack on his head and a rag was standing at our door. No! It's not human! It's the scarecrow in that wasteland. The difference is that the scarecrow at the door is holding a rusty axe. His hand was hidden under rags, revealing only the tip of the axe.

I was terrified, but my body couldn't react.

I kept staring at the screen, and the scarecrow seemed to sense my gaze and suddenly looked up at the camera, and I screamed in fright and fell to the ground.

So what is it exactly? The sack on the head was covered with dried blood, and through the two holes I could see the wriggling white, and I knew what those were, countless maggots.

It was a horrible scene that gave me a strong shock.

But when I got up again and looked at the video doorbell screen, I found that it was empty outside, there was nothing, and everything before seemed to be just my illusion.

Am I hallucinating? I looked back in confusion, but then I was so frightened that I screamed again.

My wife, who was sitting on the couch watching TV, was gone, and in its place was the scarecrow, who was sitting on the couch looking at me, and some maggots kept falling out of the holes in the two sacks.

It slowly stood up, its movements stiffening, and as he stood up, several blurred pieces of flesh rolled out from under his rags.

His movements were in slow motion, and he raised his axe and approached me step by step, and with each movement it snaked down his black boots and stained the living room carpet red.

I reacted and tried to run away, but the scarecrow's speed suddenly became faster, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of me, and the axe was held high at me, and I screamed and closed my eyes and covered my head.

But the pain didn't come, and I slowly lowered my hand covering my head and opened my eyes.

The scarecrow was gone, the TV was still playing the romantic drama, and my wife was still sitting on the couch, watching the TV intently.

I'm hallucinating again?

I looked around vigilantly and saw that there was nothing out of the ordinary.

That's when my phone rang out and scared me again.

The call came from a doctor who asked me about my wife's condition and told me to take good care of her.

After a few perfunctory answers, I hung up the phone and continued to sit on the couch and watch TV with my wife.

Maybe it was because I was so stressed that I had terrible hallucinations, and I comforted myself that if there really was that terrible scarecrow, how could my wife not find out about anything.

My wife was going to cook dinner, but because she suddenly felt very unwell, she had to do it for me, I had never cooked, and the food I made was completely difficult to swallow, so we could only barely eat a few bites to cushion our stomachs.

I decided to spend money tomorrow to hire a villager who is good at cooking to help with the cooking.

My wife's face was not very good, she felt a little dizzy, so I helped her back to the room first.

My wife loves cleanliness very much, and even in such uncomfortable situations, she still insists on washing her face and bathing.

Seeing her sit in front of the dresser with a very bad face, smearing cream on her face, I pinched her shoulders in distress, hoping that she would be more comfortable.

The dresser was gorgeous, with a circle of diamonds embedded around the mirror, which was specially made by a friend at great expense, and was one of his favorite pieces of furniture.

But the wife in this gorgeous dresser mirror is so haggard.

After watching my wife lie down in bed, I went to the study next door, where my friend's study had a lot of books, and three huge two-meter-high bookshelves were full of books.

His collection of books is very rich, I took out one at random, and found that it was a book of professional medical knowledge, and recently I happened to be interested in medicine, so I sat down at my desk and read it, but the full of obscure professional terms made me retreat.

I wanted to pick up another book, but when my eyes looked out the window, something strange made my heart tremble.

Because the study is next door to the bedroom, the view from the window is almost the same, and now it is almost dusk, but the outside is still bright, I saw the wasteland, but the scarecrow is gone!