The scarecrow of woodland scratch

In the woods of scratch lurks a scarecrow with hair growing on it's back, fingers like knifes he delights in taking lives. Victims lay dead on the ground, blood soaked soil and a foul smell in the air, corpse's rot and decay. Blood drips from a pumpkin laid on the table due to the blood that plunged in the ground where pumpkins began to grow, you keep what you break and eat what you plant! The bloody pumpkin is now on your plate.